[i have to acknowledge it because you're going to be mad at me but even if he notices the yearning for what it is, he's honestly just going to blink in surprise before just assuming it was misplaced and not meant for him. i'm sorry. these are the choices we've made.
but regardless -
it's not as though soo-won is someone who intentionally dwells on the weight of his own sins. he tries not to shrug them off or run from them - but given the softness from jeanne in this moment, and the way that she smiles at him...
it would be remiss, he thinks, to linger on anything else. when she offers these sweet words to him, and even as the heartache retreats, there's only soft warmth in its place.]
.... you needn't give me anything, Jeanne.
[the gentlest correction - because it's not as though he's seeking anything from her. from the beginning, he never did. but she didn't seek anything from him either. perhaps that is what so unique.]
You need only be yourself. So long as that's true - I'm content, to know you and to be at your side.
I can only hope to give some of that reassurance and comfort back to you.
Jeanne is never going to dissect what kind of yearning that was, but perhaps there's a hint in the way her fingers curl loosely into fists and perhaps the way she makes her fingers flatten against her legs is another hint to what she'd do with those feelings if she could even recognize what half of it meant. ]
If I said, that is how I am? I am being myself. I would not give you anything I would not give anyone else.
[ It's not insincere. ]
And I would not spend so much time with you, if I didn't feel the same.
[ The only feeling she's sending is a steady assurance. Everything else is tucked away. ]
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but regardless -
it's not as though soo-won is someone who intentionally dwells on the weight of his own sins. he tries not to shrug them off or run from them - but given the softness from jeanne in this moment, and the way that she smiles at him...
it would be remiss, he thinks, to linger on anything else. when she offers these sweet words to him, and even as the heartache retreats, there's only soft warmth in its place.]
.... you needn't give me anything, Jeanne.
[the gentlest correction - because it's not as though he's seeking anything from her. from the beginning, he never did. but she didn't seek anything from him either. perhaps that is what so unique.]
You need only be yourself. So long as that's true - I'm content, to know you and to be at your side.
I can only hope to give some of that reassurance and comfort back to you.
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Jeanne is never going to dissect what kind of yearning that was, but perhaps there's a hint in the way her fingers curl loosely into fists and perhaps the way she makes her fingers flatten against her legs is another hint to what she'd do with those feelings if she could even recognize what half of it meant. ]
If I said, that is how I am? I am being myself. I would not give you anything I would not give anyone else.
[ It's not insincere. ]
And I would not spend so much time with you, if I didn't feel the same.
[ The only feeling she's sending is a steady assurance. Everything else is tucked away. ]