Date: 14 Jan 2022 00:47 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 154)
From: [personal profile] conning
He gives her a long, studying look, his expression slowly shifting from wariness to resignation. She told him the truth with far less prompting.

"A year ago I faked my own death to get a clean break from my life. It wasn't because I wanted one. It was because if I didn't, everyone I cared about was going to pay for knowing me."

Date: 16 Jan 2022 20:25 (UTC)
retisense: (sidelong)
From: [personal profile] retisense
For a long few moments, she's quiet, just processing that revelation. Parsing out in her brain what it means, what that would feel like to have to do that, to be invisible like that because of a faked death, invisible and alone, leaving everyone behind.

It must have been awful to deal with.

"That sucks. And I can see how that would've really fucked up your ability to be vulnerable with people."

Date: 16 Jan 2022 20:28 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 139)
From: [personal profile] conning
Neal makes an ironic little noise, taking a sip of his tea. "I was never very good at it in the first place."

Date: 16 Jan 2022 20:47 (UTC)
retisense: (softe)
From: [personal profile] retisense
"I get that. Because, I mean, same."

A little shrug, and she continues, her voice patient, "But if you've found someone you want to be vulnerable with, who makes it easy, why say no?"

Date: 16 Jan 2022 21:01 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 080)
From: [personal profile] conning
For a second, there's something fragile in the way he looks at her. Something he started burying when he was eighteen years old and ran away from home, something he tried to scoop cement over every time he betrayed someone who mattered. Every time someone who mattered betrayed him.

He's scared. He's terrified, and now that he knows it's there, it's somehow worse. He's scared of being open, he's scared of what knowing him will do to Malcolm. Sarah is the only one who ever made it out of a relationship with him unscathed.

Neal looks away.

"I want to say yes," he admits, very quietly.

Date: 16 Jan 2022 21:17 (UTC)
retisense: (gloom)
From: [personal profile] retisense
"I think that's normal. Anyone would. But it's scary, right?"

She understands that. She understands it because of her own history, because she's also someone who always had a hard time being vulnerable. Because she had a boyfriend for a long time and never really opened up to him, and he deserved better than her, but he's dead now. Dead and gone. And he sacrificed himself so she could live, just like her mother.

"Are you really gonna live in fear?"

Date: 16 Jan 2022 21:53 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 104)
From: [personal profile] conning
He wants to be able to answer that question definitively. Of course the right answer is obvious. The right answer is almost always obvious.

Neal starts to say something. Once, and then again, and then again. Not sure what, sure it won't be true.

Finally, he lands on, "I don't want to."

Date: 16 Jan 2022 22:01 (UTC)
retisense: (sidelong)
From: [personal profile] retisense
Abby just gives him the time he needs, not answering or saying anything as he starts and stops at his answer to her question. It's fine, if he doesn't answer right away, or even at all. It's a pretty personal question, all things considered, and it could be rhetorical if he wants it to be.

But then he answers he doesn't want to, and she nods, "Yeah. I thought so."

Date: 16 Jan 2022 23:36 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 086)
From: [personal profile] conning
He sits back in his chair, letting out a long exhale, like he just finished carrying something heavy up a set of stairs. "I thought I was doing the right thing when I made them think I died. I'm starting to wonder if I was just running."

Has he ever stopped? Does he even know how?

Date: 17 Jan 2022 01:46 (UTC)
retisense: (hurt)
From: [personal profile] retisense
"I can't tell you whether that's true or not, but if you think it might be, it might be, you know?" she says, her eyes lifting a little to meet Neal's.

"They might have been able to help you."

Date: 17 Jan 2022 02:08 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 169)
From: [personal profile] conning
"I had to keep them safe," Neal says softly. "My friend, my best friend--the people who would have come for me knew his face. Elizabeth, his wife, she was pregnant, and all the two of them ever wanted was to have kids. It wouldn't have taken much digging to turn up old contacts and find out where they were."

He's not sure if she's trying to convince her or himself. Neal rubs his face with one hand and takes another drink of tea. "What's done is done," he says, tone softly ironic. "And now we're in another world entirely, so what's done isn't exactly relevant any more."

Date: 23 Jan 2022 04:55 (UTC)
retisense: (softe)
From: [personal profile] retisense
"If that's what it took, then you probably made the best decision you could have. And like, I know we're not best friends or anything, but I know you, Neal. I know you made the decision that you thought was best for the people you love, but it probably wasn't really the best for you."

For a moment, she's quiet, then she reaches out across the table and puts her hand on top of his, squeezing just a little.

"And it might not be what's best for Malcolm either."

Date: 30 Jan 2022 17:20 (UTC)
conning: (NealC 086)
From: [personal profile] conning
She shouldn't see him so clearly. How is it that all these people seem to see him so clearly? Has he gotten that bad at this game, has he gotten that desperate to be known?

He nods slowly, though he still doesn't really agree. "I'll think about it," he promises. "I will."

Date: 30 Jan 2022 22:14 (UTC)
retisense: (yup)
From: [personal profile] retisense
It isn't so much seeing Neal clearly, she doesn't think. She just knows that Neal is a good man who was probably doing his best to do right by the people around him. It's not difficult to tell that much, not considering how he'd started to make her tofu and vegetarian meals after he found out about her history.

"Okay. That's really all I'm asking."
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