[ clara couldn't be more disparate from his memories of maria, not that he would ever hazard to compare the two. he's actually grateful he doesn't have much to find in the center lines of that particular venn diagram. it gets exhausting, carrying around ghosts; and he'd promised to let go -- to let maria castle rest in peace. and more to the point, he'd chosen to live. what's the point in living if he can't have this? someone to share with. he had told sarah he'd found a purpose, a reason to smile. he hadn't been talking about sarah at the time, but killing his enemies slowly. funny how that works. ]
Why aren't you mad? [ he asks suddenly, replaying the last few moments and pulling back just a fraction of an inch; just enough to catch her eyes. maria would have been screaming furious at him if he pulled a stunt like that, and for all he says he doesn't carry her around it causes the faintest tug up on one corner of his mouth. maybe she'd figured it out in its entirety, she was smart enough to. he hadn't meant to lie to her, he was just insufferably dumb when it counted. his hand moves again, cupping her cheek, trying not to think about kissing her again when he's already told her it won't go any further tonight. ] What's your favorite flower?
[ it isn't like him to ask so many questions, really. especially not at once and especially not without waiting for one answer at a time. but with everything swimming around in his head, both seem equally important. ]
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Why aren't you mad? [ he asks suddenly, replaying the last few moments and pulling back just a fraction of an inch; just enough to catch her eyes. maria would have been screaming furious at him if he pulled a stunt like that, and for all he says he doesn't carry her around it causes the faintest tug up on one corner of his mouth. maybe she'd figured it out in its entirety, she was smart enough to. he hadn't meant to lie to her, he was just insufferably dumb when it counted. his hand moves again, cupping her cheek, trying not to think about kissing her again when he's already told her it won't go any further tonight. ] What's your favorite flower?
[ it isn't like him to ask so many questions, really. especially not at once and especially not without waiting for one answer at a time. but with everything swimming around in his head, both seem equally important. ]