But that's not what you want to do, is it? Because if it was, you would have done it already. When you and I became whatever this is. When I told you I loved you. But you didn't.
[Jesse gnaws on his lower lip, suppressing a scream. God, he could just... leave forever and never see any of them again. Problem solved.]
It's not - It's not about blame. Jesus, you can't just expect me to know what the rules are. A year ago, you and me were enemies. Six months ago, you and me were never-gonna-happen-again. I died, and suddenly you and me were something else. Something you won't even put a name to. And I'm supposed to just know how you want it to be.
Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. But you can't just be mad at me for not knowing it, for not blowing up the rest of my life for something you didn't even tell me you wanted.
It's not about my decision. It's about what you need. Tell me. Just tell me. You don't want me sleeping with him? Seeing him? Talking to him? Is it because it's him or is it everybody? Are you and me together or did it just happen because you were scared, because I died? Because you felt guilty? Because you forgot who I am? Because you felt like you had to?
[The real thought of Joel being alive, here, in this world, while Jesse chooses to not so much as see him... It twists Jesse's heart up in his chest. His throat goes tight and he nods mutely, because he can't say the words. Joel is his family. Joel's been his family since before Daisy even came into his life.]
It's just... There's so much, you know, I don't even understand. What I feel or what I want. Even if I wanted to talk about it, I couldn't. It's not like I'm trying to hide stuff from you or lie to you. But, like - Joel and me, that's not the same as you and me. It's different.
I'm not in love with him, not the way I'm in love with you. But... I do care about him. I don't know if there's a word for what he is to me. I don't know how to talk about it.
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But that's not what you want to do, is it? Because if it was, you would have done it already. When you and I became whatever this is. When I told you I loved you. But you didn't.
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[He knew she had trust issues. This was just a prime example as to why.]
I'm not going to tell you what to do. The blame is not going to be put on me.
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It's not - It's not about blame. Jesus, you can't just expect me to know what the rules are. A year ago, you and me were enemies. Six months ago, you and me were never-gonna-happen-again. I died, and suddenly you and me were something else. Something you won't even put a name to. And I'm supposed to just know how you want it to be.
Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. But you can't just be mad at me for not knowing it, for not blowing up the rest of my life for something you didn't even tell me you wanted.
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I can't make your decisions for you.
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It's not because it's him. It's because I don't want to share you.
[Before he could say anything else:]
I know that sounds possessive, but it's how I feel. I didn't think this was an open relationship.
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[He says that more easily than he feels it, but it isn't a lie.]
I don't care if it's possessive. You need this and I need you. I'll do whatever you want. I love you so much, Daisy.
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But you still love him, and that makes me feel like shit.
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I'm making my choice. I'm choosing you. The rest of it... You know, it's not the same. It'll go away. I can stop feeling it.
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And then what? You just avoid him?
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[He's just proving her point.]
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[Honest to god, he's trying, here.]
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[She knows she's just complicating things further but how she felt about this whole thing was complicated.]
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[Tilting her head back as she let out a deep breath, Daisy pushed her hands against her eyes before they fell back into her lap.]
I don't want to break up with you. I just wanted you to be honest with me without me having to force it out of you.
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I'm not in love with him, not the way I'm in love with you. But... I do care about him. I don't know if there's a word for what he is to me. I don't know how to talk about it.
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I don't regret slamming him into the wall.
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But I wish you could know him like I know him. He's not all bad. He's just scared all the time.
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