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[...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.

[ What is with all the story time lately, god damn. She is giving him a Look for dodging the question. ]

Okay...

[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'.

That was a lot of words for "no."

Do you think I'm just using you for sex? Jeez, Robert, if that was true I'd've picked someone better at it.

[technically it wasn't an answer. but Robert rolls his eyes. ]

I don't like the thought of having used you.

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.

[and he lowers his hand, frowning a bit again]

You were sure acting like I owe you something.

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.

Wha--why? What'd I do wrong now?

[wait, what? he turns towards her]

...it's got nothing to do with you. I thought I was making that clear.

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?

[jfc]

Harley, I'm not saying we can't be friends, but if this is just going to make us both frustrated in the long run, shouldn't we not...?

Do you think I'm hot, and was the sex good? That's it, that's all that should matter.

[christ above. Callaghan actually facepalms at that.]

You're very attractive, and- yes. That's not the point. I don't keep you around for either of those things.

[ She lets out a strangled moan of pure, exhausted frustration and kicks the blankets off. She sits up cross legged, with her back to him, and her elbows on her knees. ]

I can't believe this is the second time I'm getting friendzoned out of the blue. I mean, I know I don't have a lot of good points. I'm basically all bad qualities, but at least I'm a good lay. Am I really that regrettable? What do I keep doing wrong? God, my sex life is going to end on weird prison riot makeouts with Lucifer and that is super sad.

[ She rubs her face with both hands and groans. She is too tired to deal with all this rejection which is, frankly, new territory for her. At least when Joker shot her down (metaphorically and sometimes literally), she knew he still cared for her. She was useful to him. ]

Look. I'm-- I'm tired and I shouldn't have even said anything in the first place. Can't we just ... forget about it?

Edited 2016-02-10 16:09 (UTC)

[out of the blue-? friendzoned-?

he can only really stare at her through his fingers for some time. and after what seems like an eternity, he finally moves - sitting up, but not moving away. instead, reaching to wrap an arm around her and pull her towards him, her back to his chest.]

You're not regrettable.

[a pause, and then, a moment later-]

Is this okay?

[the hug, that is.]

[ She goes stiff and quiet when he touches her, like she might bolt at any second, until after several long moments she starts to relax against him. ]

Yeah. 's'okay.

Okay.

[and he'll give just a little squeeze before urging her to lie down. he's not pulling away, not unless - until - she does.]

Let me know what's not. Okay?

[ She goes tense again as he tries to move her, but relents. Normally she'd cuddle up, tangling their limbs and tucking her head under his chin, probably laughing at up. But now she's staying still with her back to him, staring silent and unblinking at the wall. Why is he doing this? Isn't he done with her? ]

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