[ It feels strangely light now that he's spilled some (a lot, maybe) feelings onto someone, and Ginger has accepted them in his own way. He won't say that he doesn't get along with his colleagues, but the contrast between himself and them, with decades, centuries of work and life experience, is sometimes very stark.
But...maybe (it is too late to say maybe now, Day), it is fine to be honest with Ginger, if no one else at this time.
Like how Ginger had gently tapped the back of his hand earlier, Day's hand reaches to touch Ginger's, lightly, tentatively. ]
We can start with today. [ It is, after all, full of things he's told no one else. ] And...
[ (He isn't sure if it's his place to offer or ask this, but it doesn't...seem fair, to not do it.) ]
It doesn't have to be now, or even soon. But if you'll let me, I want to know that real part of you too. [ And he'll try to love it, as much and for as long as he can. ]
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But...maybe (it is too late to say maybe now, Day), it is fine to be honest with Ginger, if no one else at this time.
Like how Ginger had gently tapped the back of his hand earlier, Day's hand reaches to touch Ginger's, lightly, tentatively. ]
We can start with today. [ It is, after all, full of things he's told no one else. ] And...
[ (He isn't sure if it's his place to offer or ask this, but it doesn't...seem fair, to not do it.) ]
It doesn't have to be now, or even soon. But if you'll let me, I want to know that real part of you too. [ And he'll try to love it, as much and for as long as he can. ]