[Some of the tension goes out of her muscles, but if she wasn't still half pressed against him that would be hard to tell, since she doesn't otherwise move, her eyes fixed on his collarbone rather than meeting his eyes.]
I trust you. I trust you with my life, and with my heart, and with more of myself than you want me to give you, really. And that just makes me trust you more.
What trust do you want...? Trust me to not probe feelings you don't want to talk about? Trust that you know all my relationships, and that you beat them?
I'm trying, for the first thing. Because I know I've messed it up. But I can't promise I won't stumble across them.
And as for the second... you do beat them. Anyone. I'll tell you more, later, because I know it's easy to wonder what's happening when you don't know. But really, it doesn't matter who it is. I told you, there's no point even comparing.
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I trust you. I trust you with my life, and with my heart, and with more of myself than you want me to give you, really. And that just makes me trust you more.
What trust do you want...? Trust me to not probe feelings you don't want to talk about? Trust that you know all my relationships, and that you beat them?
I'm trying, for the first thing. Because I know I've messed it up. But I can't promise I won't stumble across them.
And as for the second... you do beat them. Anyone. I'll tell you more, later, because I know it's easy to wonder what's happening when you don't know. But really, it doesn't matter who it is. I told you, there's no point even comparing.