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?
[ 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?
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.]
[ 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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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.
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...it's got nothing to do with you. I thought I was making that clear.
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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...?
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You're very attractive, and- yes. That's not the point. I don't keep you around for either of those things.
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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?
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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.]
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Yeah. 's'okay.
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[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?
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