[ That was the rub, wasn’t it? The ironic dichotomy that was him. His wants rarely mattered when it came to things like this. Especially when it involved matters of the heart.
But that’s dangerous territory to tread, both for him to consider and for him to word his answer to her. She’s not going to like that truth and it’s too ingrained in him to avoid giving unpleasant truths, or finding a way to word them to steer away from the dark shadows that stained so much of the person he was behind his masks.
He doesn’t want to steal even more of her smiles, but he doesn’t know how to answer that question in a way that avoids that without outright lying to her. ]
I want her to be happy. [ It’s a quiet concession. Not quite an answer, but not a lie, either. ] What I want doesn’t really matter beyond that.
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But that’s dangerous territory to tread, both for him to consider and for him to word his answer to her. She’s not going to like that truth and it’s too ingrained in him to avoid giving unpleasant truths, or finding a way to word them to steer away from the dark shadows that stained so much of the person he was behind his masks.
He doesn’t want to steal even more of her smiles, but he doesn’t know how to answer that question in a way that avoids that without outright lying to her. ]
I want her to be happy. [ It’s a quiet concession. Not quite an answer, but not a lie, either. ] What I want doesn’t really matter beyond that.