And I brought you here because I thought you were comfortable here. [he'll just pick up after her, that's a good way to do it until she's finished changing] Sometimes a change of surroundings helps.
[make up your goddamn mind, Harley. you don't want a pity fuck, you try and bait him, now he's just rolling his eyes as he straightens up]
It's because I'm your friend that I don't want to.
[he guesses they're still friends. maybe. this is the most hecked up friendship he's ever had. he'll set her clothes off to the side, and is she really waiting for him to tuck her in because he'll do it. he'll totally do it.]
[ She is 100% legitimately demanding and expecting to be tucked into bed. And she bites her tongue on pointing out he only sometimes doesn't want to. ]
... But, uh, so hey. When you say you don't want to, do you mean like. You aren't in the mood now, or, like, ever again? 'Cuz I thought we had. Y'know. You seemed to have fun at the time?
[...well, that's a bit of a loaded question, isn't it. Robert sighs, and then, after a moment, sits down on the bed beside her. ]
...once upon a time there was a boy who realized very early on that he wasn't like most of the other kids he knew, but he was okay with that. They didn't seem to mind too much, anyway.
[it's got a point. he meets her look, then lays down on his side towards her. ] Now, to make a long and possibly somewhat boring story short, we'll skip to when that boy wasn't quite a boy anymore, but still too young to really think about things. So when a good friend of his asked if he wanted to have some fun, he figured sure, why not.
But the thing was, it wasn't important to him. It wasn't not fun, but...he could have been doing loads of other things and he'd have been happy. But his friend just kept wanting more and more until he just started feeling...well, used. So he called it off, went to do his other things, and was perfectly happy doing those other things until he met someone who made it mean something.
[a beat of silence, and he holds up his hand towards the ceiling, flexing the fingers. ] Things ended too soon, but he didn't care about doing it again, because it just didn't matter. He had other things to fill his time, and the thought of never playing again didn't bother him.
Maybe that's just one of the ways he was...'atypical'.
I don't care if you did. I had sex with you because I wanted you. Whether you wanted me or just wanted something to do, that's your own reasons. But you don't, like. Owe me for not wanting to date me.
Well, whichever it is... It would be nice to know if we're just friends, or friends with benefits, or fuckbuddies, or too unbearably awkward to ever deal with it so you're going to freak out and drop me like a hot potato without any warning. Like ... If it's only going to happen when you've had a bad day and need to work off some steam, okay, I get that, but it'd be nice to know that's the deal.
I don't know. [hey, he's honest. ] I don't have...experience with this kinds of thing, all right? At least not the kind that's comparable.
I don't want to just use you to blow off some steam. You deserve more than that, and I think it's pretty clear I can't mirror you. It.. may be better if we drop the whole benefits or...fuckbuddy thing.
Look, I said some really mean things and I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just not good at dealing with-- I just don't get it. If we both had fun, why is it a problem?
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