[ ah. that wasn't an impulsive thought. it's something she's considered seriously.
Stephen affords Daisy the same courtesy she did him. earnestly listening, quiet attention. what she has to say doesn't have much of a word count, but that's not to undermine the weight.
she's got a lot going for her here, that much he knows. someone that matters. there are too many variables at possible play here for him to dismiss that out of hand, but he still has to ask. ]
Why?
[ that's a big decision to make. less so if it's a transient one, if they end their entrapment here with the flexible ability to stay or to go, but if it's a one time deal? if it's here or there, this world or that one? no take backs, not ever?
giving up everything you've known for everything you've come to know is a big choice. he wants to know where she's coming from - not to approve or reject, that's none of his business.
but because he's worried. and he'd like to understand. ]
[ it's not an easy thing to explain. it's not even an easy thing for daisy to explain to herself, let alone to someone else, someone whose opinion has come to mean a great deal to her over the past several months.
but she wants to try. for strange, she will give him that much. ]
I have a life here. A normal life, somehow. I have an apartment, I have a job, I have... [ a pause, a hand sweeping across her eyes, fingertips pressing against the lids as if to ward off whatever moisture might be threatening to pool ] I've never had any of that before, you know?
[ he doesn't know. how could he? for all that their goals might align — saving the world that the avengers called home from destruction, for one — they've yet to meet outside this place. she doesn't know if they ever will. ]
I'll never get this kind of chance again. I can't just throw it away.
[ She explains, and he hears her. There is a life she's created for herself here. It may not be bigger than the one she left behind, but it's grounded. It has reality. Some measure of normality. The world they inhabit now may not be a good one but that's nothing new to either of them: the world, when peopled, cannot be inherently good.
Her life within it is wholly her own. Just as the choice is.
Finally, he nods his head. ]
Okay.
[ It feels like the sort of thing he should follow up with a token or a warning. You'll be missed or Just be careful. But he may never know her in the first of their shared worlds, and they don't have any idea whether either of them will ever have the option to choose.
Instead he turns away for long enough to reach over the bar and pull out a bottle of wine, two glasses. He doesn't know her drink of choice, but he does know that this stuff is worth drinking. Crossing with them to the table, he pulls the stopper from the bottle and pours them both out a measure. ]
Let's drink to it.
[ To her happiness now. To crafting a life worth giving up everything for. And to washing away the rest of it. ]
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Stephen affords Daisy the same courtesy she did him. earnestly listening, quiet attention. what she has to say doesn't have much of a word count, but that's not to undermine the weight.
she's got a lot going for her here, that much he knows. someone that matters. there are too many variables at possible play here for him to dismiss that out of hand, but he still has to ask. ]
Why?
[ that's a big decision to make. less so if it's a transient one, if they end their entrapment here with the flexible ability to stay or to go, but if it's a one time deal? if it's here or there, this world or that one? no take backs, not ever?
giving up everything you've known for everything you've come to know is a big choice. he wants to know where she's coming from - not to approve or reject, that's none of his business.
but because he's worried. and he'd like to understand. ]
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but she wants to try. for strange, she will give him that much. ]
I have a life here. A normal life, somehow. I have an apartment, I have a job, I have... [ a pause, a hand sweeping across her eyes, fingertips pressing against the lids as if to ward off whatever moisture might be threatening to pool ] I've never had any of that before, you know?
[ he doesn't know. how could he? for all that their goals might align — saving the world that the avengers called home from destruction, for one — they've yet to meet outside this place. she doesn't know if they ever will. ]
I'll never get this kind of chance again. I can't just throw it away.
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Her life within it is wholly her own. Just as the choice is.
Finally, he nods his head. ]
Okay.
[ It feels like the sort of thing he should follow up with a token or a warning. You'll be missed or Just be careful. But he may never know her in the first of their shared worlds, and they don't have any idea whether either of them will ever have the option to choose.
Instead he turns away for long enough to reach over the bar and pull out a bottle of wine, two glasses. He doesn't know her drink of choice, but he does know that this stuff is worth drinking. Crossing with them to the table, he pulls the stopper from the bottle and pours them both out a measure. ]
Let's drink to it.
[ To her happiness now. To crafting a life worth giving up everything for. And to washing away the rest of it. ]