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He tries to hold her after; positioned his arm across the bed where he knows she'll lay. She predictably flops down and doesn't notice his arm. He smiles to himself at the success of the first step in his nefarious plan. He then eases his hand into position number two, trying to get her to roll over to him for him to hold.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks as she sits up, clearly annoyed.
Curses! Foiled again! He thought to himself. "What? I was trying to get my arm out from under you!" Lying is supposed to be an art form - in his case, he's never gone past stick figures.
She stands up and gets her cigarettes from the night stand. "Dammit, Rob! Way to ruin my afterglow!" She lights one and throws her lighter down with such force to show how pissed off she was. He sits up on the bed, trying to match her annoyance.
"What's your deal with cuddling anyway?" He asks.
"I don't like it, okay? Didn't I make that clear when we started this? Three months, Rob - three fucking months and you still won't stop trying!" She blows out a stream of white smoke.
"I just want to understand, Camille"
She took another puff and chuckled as she exhaled. "Since when did you grow ovaries?"
He scowled as he threw the covers off him and grumbled as he tried to dress up. "You know what, Cam? Fuck you."
"You just did." She snapped back.
"At least I can say I've got feelings and actually care enough not to treat you like some random cheap floozy off the street. Clearly, you have issues and clearly, you don't want to deal with them. I just thought it was my obligation, as a human being with a heart, to care about my fellow man. I'm done with this." He started hunting for his errant sock as he finished his rant.
"You want an applause or an award for that speech?"
He cut his eyes at her and he's both parts frustrated and angry that she's so unaffected by it; by this. "How can you be so cold-hearted, Camille? Who did this to you?"
Finally, after three months, here was the snap, click and pull that he was looking for. "Nobody did this to me. I like myself this way. Nobody's forcing you to stay, Robert. Nobody told you to actually care. Don't do me any favors by telling me that you're doing this to be fucking noble. I don't need your pity." She bit out every word through clenched teeth.
He looked at her with a stare that finally made him understand why. "I don't pity you, Cam. This isn't pity...don't you know the difference between pity and love?"
"It doesn't matter. I don't want either and I surely don't want both." She stood up and walked to the window. "Leave now, Rob."
He drops everything he gathered on the bed and slowly walks toward her. He puts his arms around her and she flinches and starts struggling. "Stop it! Get off me!" But he doesn't, he just holds her, more tightly, saying nothing but hushing sounds. "STOP IT!"
He feels her tears dropping on his arm - one, two, three, more, a torrent, a typhoon.
"Stop it..." she whispers "...I'm not worth it..." and she finally slacks into his arms.
"Shh..." he soothes. "I've got you...You have me..."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks as she sits up, clearly annoyed.
Curses! Foiled again! He thought to himself. "What? I was trying to get my arm out from under you!" Lying is supposed to be an art form - in his case, he's never gone past stick figures.
She stands up and gets her cigarettes from the night stand. "Dammit, Rob! Way to ruin my afterglow!" She lights one and throws her lighter down with such force to show how pissed off she was. He sits up on the bed, trying to match her annoyance.
"What's your deal with cuddling anyway?" He asks.
"I don't like it, okay? Didn't I make that clear when we started this? Three months, Rob - three fucking months and you still won't stop trying!" She blows out a stream of white smoke.
"I just want to understand, Camille"
She took another puff and chuckled as she exhaled. "Since when did you grow ovaries?"
He scowled as he threw the covers off him and grumbled as he tried to dress up. "You know what, Cam? Fuck you."
"You just did." She snapped back.
"At least I can say I've got feelings and actually care enough not to treat you like some random cheap floozy off the street. Clearly, you have issues and clearly, you don't want to deal with them. I just thought it was my obligation, as a human being with a heart, to care about my fellow man. I'm done with this." He started hunting for his errant sock as he finished his rant.
"You want an applause or an award for that speech?"
He cut his eyes at her and he's both parts frustrated and angry that she's so unaffected by it; by this. "How can you be so cold-hearted, Camille? Who did this to you?"
Finally, after three months, here was the snap, click and pull that he was looking for. "Nobody did this to me. I like myself this way. Nobody's forcing you to stay, Robert. Nobody told you to actually care. Don't do me any favors by telling me that you're doing this to be fucking noble. I don't need your pity." She bit out every word through clenched teeth.
He looked at her with a stare that finally made him understand why. "I don't pity you, Cam. This isn't pity...don't you know the difference between pity and love?"
"It doesn't matter. I don't want either and I surely don't want both." She stood up and walked to the window. "Leave now, Rob."
He drops everything he gathered on the bed and slowly walks toward her. He puts his arms around her and she flinches and starts struggling. "Stop it! Get off me!" But he doesn't, he just holds her, more tightly, saying nothing but hushing sounds. "STOP IT!"
He feels her tears dropping on his arm - one, two, three, more, a torrent, a typhoon.
"Stop it..." she whispers "...I'm not worth it..." and she finally slacks into his arms.
"Shh..." he soothes. "I've got you...You have me..."
