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[vitainmorte]

Hello, this is Cypress. If you leave me a message I will get back to you as quickly as possible.

Thank you, have a good day.

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[vitainmorte]

Ah-- no, it's okay, I was just... surprised.

... um. You-- wanted to talk?

[mourningson]

Yes. You crave more intimacy, right?

[vitainmorte]

[ goes-- bright red, embarrassed, and hunches her shoulders a little. ]

I-- no, listen, I really am fine with how things are now. I don't need anything else, especially if you don't want it.

[mourningson]

Take into consideration that I voluntarily summoned you for this conversation.

[vitainmorte]

[ rubs her face, looking away. ]

... then-- then what do you want...?

[mourningson]

An understanding of the intimacy you seek.

[vitainmorte]

[ silent, for a long moment, and takes a breath, still looking down. ]

I want-- things to... continue progressing, the way they have been, because being around you makes me. Happy, I think.

... I like... everything we've done together. I want to keep doing it.

[mourningson]

So it is not "more" you want?

[vitainmorte]

[ uncomfortable and embarrassed, hands clasped tightly together ]

I-- don't know? What's "more?" I like-- kissing, and holding your hand, and hugging you.

I-I wouldn't... be opposed to. "More." I think. But I don't-- um, I think-- if it were the right circumstances, I...

[ trails off, awkwardly, unsure of how to continue. ]

[mourningson]

I will not push for anything, since I myself have plenty to come to terms with.

But what exactly are the right circumstances for "more" in your mind?

[vitainmorte]

[ quiet for a long moment, thoughtful. ]

... I think-- knowing... that you wanted it, as much as I did.

[mourningson]

[a pause]

What if I have no interest in saying what I want?

[vitainmorte]

If-- you can't say it, and you won't show it... then... I'd be forced to assume you didn't want it, or that-- what I can offer isn't good enough for you to want.

I don't want to push my wants on you.

[mourningson]

...it is difficult, you know.

[vitainmorte]

[ only slightly exasperated: ]

I know.

But I want-- I want you to be able to tell me these things. ... I want to be able to discuss these things, with you. You don't have to... say it out loud, always. Over the phone, or-- a letter, or a note... anything is fine.

Whatever makes it easier for you. Whatever... helps.

[mourningson]

[sighs, closing his eyes and running his hand through his hair]

...I suppose I can try to express it.

[vitainmorte]

[ finally looks back up at him, brow knitted in worry. ]

I, um. I am... sorry. To push on this, specifically. But if... you could, I-- it would ease my mind, quite a bit.

[ a pause, before continuing, quieter; ]

... I really did think you didn't like kissing, or anything like that.

[mourningson]

[DEEP BREATH]

No, I enjoy it...

[vitainmorte]

[ cute...

smiles, despite herself, and slowly pushes herself up out of the chair to cross over to stand in front of him, holding her hands out. ]

... can I?

[mourningson]

[nnnnods, taking her hands]

[vitainmorte]

[ squeezes his hands, gently.

then slides her hands out of his, so she can reach up and cup his jaw, gently kissing his cheek. ]

[mourningson]

[


he wasn't expecting anything that sweet or tender]

...you really do treat me too kindly, Cypress.

[vitainmorte]

[ another small, soft kiss, before she leans forward to curl her arms around him and hug. ]

... I really like you.

[mourningson]

[his reddens, and he can't make eye contact; he begins to raise his arms but stops himself, he's dying squirtle]

You're so kind and deserve so much better.

[vitainmorte]

[ buries her face against his hair. ]

I think I want you.