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This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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[evocation]

What kind of shit do you feel?

[hardwearing]

[ Wash scrubs at his face, feeling even more tired all of a sudden. How to explain... ]

For as long as I can remember, I've been... angry. And violent. Not all the time, I don't think it's an attitude thing, but when something does piss me off it lingers. It's poisonous. And I've let it get the best of me too many times. I've hurt people who didn't deserve it. I don't think a good person would let that happen.

[evocation]

[She runs her hand through his hair again, considering that.]

Angry about what? Everything?

[hardwearing]

Well, no. I guess it's all been stuff that should make a person angry, I just don't process it appropriately. Or let go of it, usually.

[evocation]

Yeah, but... Jesus, Wash, I'd be pissed too if half the shit that you've been through happened to me. And you've been trying to be better, right? Like with Ephemera. That doesn't make you bad.

[hardwearing]

[ He closes his eyes and leans into Kyna's touch, wanting to believe her. But. ]

I have been better lately, but I've also been horrible. And I don't know if it'll ever balance out enough to say I'm "good" now. You say I should cut myself some slack, but I'm afraid that if I do I'll start slipping.

[evocation]

[Kyna's quiet for a moment, sliding her fingers through his hair.]

What if I don't let you slip?

[hardwearing]

It's not your responsibility, Kyna. It's on me to keep my shit together. What would you do, anyway?

[evocation]

I'm not saying I would babysit you, I just mean... I don't know. If you start being an asshole I'll call you out.

[hardwearing]

[ For reasons he doesn't completely understand, Wash smiles a little at that. ]

I hope you'd do that anyway.

[evocation]

[The smile's a bit of a relief.]

Well, yeah, duh. But you're not an asshole.

[hardwearing]

[ He lifts a hand to stroke his fingers down her cheek, wondering briefly if he deserves the faith she has in him. But whether she's right or not isn't something he's really willing to keep prodding at right now -- it's easier to just believe that she believes it. ]

How'd I get this lucky?

[evocation]

[Kyna bites her lip, trying to ignore the fact that she knows she's blushing. She has no idea what to say to that, so she leans down to kiss him instead.]

[hardwearing]

[ Well he's not gonna complain about her kissing him. He just shifts his grip a little, his other arm locking around her waist and holding her close even when the kiss breaks. ]

I mean it. Thank you.

[evocation]

[Kyna reaches up to cup his cheek.]

You don't have to thank me, you know.