[DDD | RL] Liar, Liar - Backdated

[redheadcarrier]

Click. Click. Click. Asuka thumbed the remote control again and the picture on the television screen flickered and changed. She had a day off from work and so far it had been... sort of boring. She'd ended up channel surfing to try and find something interesting to watch. As much as she hated to admit it, at least when she was at work she had something to do. And when she had worked for NERV, there was always the possibility of getting called out on a mission. Here, there was nothing. Click. Another channel, another boring show or informercial. Wasn't there anything good on these days?

She slumped back against the couch, voicing some of her thoughts aloud, "You know, at least at work I had something to do."

Huh. Where'd that come from?

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[eschatologist.livejournal.com]

He ignored the glare. Ignored the flaring anger. Raised a hand to rest against the back of his neck. Something of a soothing gesture.

He didn't want this complication. He didn't think it would come about like this. He didn't think -- He kept his voice soft. Fought out the reluctance.

"... It had not been uncomfortable," he scoured his mind for the correct words. Something more substantial. Something less substantial. "I cannot say I regretted it."

[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

She wanted to hit him. She'd been stewing over this for weeks and this is how it ended up. Because she couldn't keep her stupid mouth shut and still she wanted to hit him. It had to be his fault, it couldn't be her own. Never, never, never. She wouldn't fail again.

"Well, I didn't 'regret' it either! And...!"

Her teeth ground together, "...I..."

She slumped in her corner, arms folded, glaring sullenly at him, refusing to say anymore.

[eschatologist.livejournal.com]

And it took a moment to realize he had unconsciously folded back into himself. (Inch by inch. And her anger was not easing back. Was not decreasing. Ceasing. Ending.) Took a moment longer to realize he had gently reinforced what division was between them, his hand already lowered to rest uncertainly on his knee.

Part of him wanted to ask. Part of him wanted to pull from her answers. But, - He only granted her a careful, half-glance.

"... Then, I do not think it is all bad." A pause. Searching. "That it happens to be mutual."

[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

She looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes, folded into herself. She didn't want to deal with this. This was stupid. He was stupid. Everything was stupid and she didn't want to see him, didn't want to talk, didn't want- "Get out-"

She coughed, swallowed, found the words coming again without her bidding, "...don't. Don't go."

[eschatologist.livejournal.com]

He didn't blame her.

It wasn't eased into. It wasn't talked about, before. Hinted at. It was too jumbled. Too raw. Too--

He had pulled himself to his feet. He had almost murmured a soft assent. He had almost--And then, it was a different command.

She does not wish me to go?

It took perhaps longer than he wished it. Longer than he expected. But, it was with a faint cautiousness that he slowly took a seat, again.

Waited.