Oh, he’s enjoying this, all of it. It makes me want to grit my teeth and glare, but I think hard about who he is and why I’m doing this, and relaxing becomes a little easier as I listen. Still…. “Iago, laughing at me won’t get you secrets or promises or apologies. Won’t even get you any more coffee.” I can’t think he’ll take me seriously about that, but when you get right down to it, nothing in the world is stopping me from standing up and walking out. And he does know that.
“Also, offering’s not tempting, and tempting’s not forcing. I didn’t step over the line you’d drawn. Not my fault you drew it in the wrong place.” And that’s just blunt, but it’s true. Hurry after it with, “I was part, I know. Wouldn’t’ve happened if you’d been alone. And if we’re talking about apologies, I did say mine to Glass, and she told me to keep it.” Said I was sorry to him, too. Can’t imagine who else he might have in mind. Maybe he just wants to hold it over me.
Goddess, I can’t sort of out the mix of what I feel about this man. Still so handsome, yeah, but laughing at me with nothing like my best interest in mind. Playing with me, is what he is, but he’s played with me before and I liked it then. Oh, I did like it. And maybe I’d like it still. But I have Verdi, and I’m holding onto that so tight. There’s also the ache of Ri in my heart, and the certain knowledge that if I do break that promise I made her, she’d never have me back. And she’d be right not to.
I look at Iago, wondering if us drinking coffee and talking and smiling is still something like friendship. It’s become some kind of game, one that I think he likes, and I want to keep playing. And for now, I guess I will.
I put my mug down. “She’s worth a hell of a lot more.” But it’s not her at stake here, just information about her, I remind myself. “All right.” And, mostly to see how he’ll take it, I spit in my palm and hold my hand out to shake his. “Done. Though you really can’t make anyone accept an apology.”
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Date: 2011-08-06 08:39 am (UTC)“Also, offering’s not tempting, and tempting’s not forcing. I didn’t step over the line you’d drawn. Not my fault you drew it in the wrong place.” And that’s just blunt, but it’s true. Hurry after it with, “I was part, I know. Wouldn’t’ve happened if you’d been alone. And if we’re talking about apologies, I did say mine to Glass, and she told me to keep it.” Said I was sorry to him, too. Can’t imagine who else he might have in mind. Maybe he just wants to hold it over me.
Goddess, I can’t sort of out the mix of what I feel about this man. Still so handsome, yeah, but laughing at me with nothing like my best interest in mind. Playing with me, is what he is, but he’s played with me before and I liked it then. Oh, I did like it. And maybe I’d like it still. But I have Verdi, and I’m holding onto that so tight. There’s also the ache of Ri in my heart, and the certain knowledge that if I do break that promise I made her, she’d never have me back. And she’d be right not to.
I look at Iago, wondering if us drinking coffee and talking and smiling is still something like friendship. It’s become some kind of game, one that I think he likes, and I want to keep playing. And for now, I guess I will.
I put my mug down. “She’s worth a hell of a lot more.” But it’s not her at stake here, just information about her, I remind myself. “All right.” And, mostly to see how he’ll take it, I spit in my palm and hold my hand out to shake his. “Done. Though you really can’t make anyone accept an apology.”