[ It's hard for Hilda to believe that her drunk self hadn't tried to force herself upon Sylvian for a kiss especially if he had been kind enough to drag her all the way back to the loft. Then again, who she is, is quickly becoming a nebulous thing for even her to grasp and hold onto.
Joking aside, the word want still throws her for a loop. Why did he want to? Why would he want to when there's someone else? And for all of this talk about regret, she can't help but ask - ]
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Even if I have awful morning breath?
[ It's hard for Hilda to believe that her drunk self hadn't tried to force herself upon Sylvian for a kiss especially if he had been kind enough to drag her all the way back to the loft. Then again, who she is, is quickly becoming a nebulous thing for even her to grasp and hold onto.
Joking aside, the word want still throws her for a loop. Why did he want to? Why would he want to when there's someone else? And for all of this talk about regret, she can't help but ask - ]
What if you regret wanting to?
[ Wanting her in whatever capacity that means? ]