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[withmeinparadise]

Easy for you to say.

[ He's joking, an amused note in his voice that doesn't really come through under the mix of tension and--hell, what is that, guilt? grief?--that Kyna gets. Telling her means she'll never look at him without seeing possible fratricide again. Maybe he'd feel better, someone besides Nathan knowing--but saying it out loud risks a hell of a lot more than he's ready to lose.

He's too selfish for this shit, and he can't lie his way through it with Kyna's hand in his. ]

Maybe I'll tell you sometime.

[evocation]

Okay.

[She's not going to push, not when she's picking up those emotions from him. It's not her place to push, but she's still worried. Kyna hesitates for a moment, looking away, suddenly fascinated by the fabric of the couch.]

Um... You know, if you ever need to talk about anything... I'm not going to judge you.

[withmeinparadise]

[ Sam squeezes her hand and lets go, reaching up to push his hair back from his face. ]

I know.

[ He doesn't, as it happens, and he doesn't want her to feel that coming though his palm--but he's been looking down at her, so maybe his hair needs to be pushed back, too. It's the best cover he's got at hand, anyway. ]

When I'm ready to go to confession, I'll call you up.

[ A super trustworthy statement, considering that she's experienced the cognitive dissonance of what he says and what he feels, but maybe he's telling her the truth.

Maybe. ]

[evocation]

[It doesn't feel entirely truthful, but she's not sure. Whether it is or not, it doesn't feel right to argue, so she just lets him pull away.]

What, am I supposed to give you a bunch of Hail Marys or something?

[withmeinparadise]

Not a bad idea.

[ Though the teasing grin he flashes her is a little too wolfish for Hail Marys. ]

You wanna assign me penance for my sins, be my guest.

[evocation]

[She scoffs, swatting at his shoulder.]

Weren't you raised by nuns or something?

[withmeinparadise]

Until they kicked me out.

[evocation]

So, what, now you have a prayer kink?

[withmeinparadise]

A what?

[ He bursts out laughing. ]

[evocation]

[That gets another nudge, harder this time.]

You know, like, girls in sexy nun outfits or whatever.

[withmeinparadise]

God, no.

[ Though, maybe? Goddamn, he's glad he's not still holding her hand. ]

I do not have a "prayer kink."

[evocation]

[She grins, and there's a wicked edge to it.]

Lying is totally a sin, Sam.

[withmeinparadise]

What is that, sixth commandment? Eighth?

[ See, who wouldn't be half in love with a girl who smiles like that? ]

What're you gonna do about it?

[evocation]

I don't know. I've never been to church in my life.

[withmeinparadise]

--Really?

[evocation]

Nope. I'm a heathen.

[withmeinparadise]

Shocked I can even touch you without my hands burning up. [ Clearly teasing. ] You got off easy, Ky.

[evocation]

Did I? Don't you get wine?

[withmeinparadise]

Not enough.

[evocation]

You guys have those fucking wild exorcisms, too.

[withmeinparadise]

Father Duffy never did any of those. Thought he was going to pop a blood vessel the time I drank all the Communion wine, though.

[evocation]

Did it make you holier?

[withmeinparadise]

Not according to Sister Catherine.

[evocation]

[She laughs, rolling her eyes.]

Were you ever, like, one of those altar boys?

[withmeinparadise]

Funny thing--you screw up enough times, they stop putting your name in the rotation.