[ On a lot of levels, Ginger's response is more than Day was ever expecting. He knows to keep his expectations low when it comes to love, an attitude that has helped him skirt around well-meaning matchmaking attempts and other advances since he also has the mind to want to avoid romance.
In a way, it's a good sign that Ginger is hesitating because it means he's thinking, deliberating. After all, Day isn't entirely sure what he's doing here either. He knows this feeling can be called love, but in the back of his mind, he can still feel wounds threatening to seep poison into them.
(It's not going to matter in the end, anyway. He can always move on from you, but where does that leave you? Do you want to put the pieces back together another time, and there might not be much left by then?)
...It hardly seems fair to Ginger when the only time Day's fallen in love is associated with—that.
So this isn't a bad situation to be in. Time has not healed that hurt, and he hasn't exactly been trying to address it, but he'll have to sooner rather than later now. ]
...I can't say I'll— [ He tries to pick his words here, hoping he won't be misunderstood. ] —that I'll never feel hurt. It just happens sometimes. [ He's played matchmaker enough times to know love isn't always straightforward. ] But...bein' with you makes me happy, and I hope I make you happy too. We've got time to figure things out. [ Time that's only as long as they're here and the moon threatens the world, perhaps, but time nonetheless. ]
It's fine if you end up not feelin' the same way. [ A safeguard against heartbreak the more cynical part insists on. A sincere wish for this to be true the kinder part pushes forward. ] I just...
[ ...This will be the one selfish thought he'll allow himself to voice. ]
I just don't want this to be something that can be replaced.
[ Because that is the result of when the forgetting sets in, the salt rubbed into the wound: people forget, and fate smooths out the wrinkles left behind. People are very good at explaining away the things that seem just a little off, actions and meaning with forgotten causes assigned to different ones. Forgotten relationships subsume into remembered ones. The world will keep moving, but the Chosen of the stars are left behind, still like their ties to the night sky.
Day is no longer a simple mortal, but he's still only 23. There hasn't been enough time for him to become inured to this. ]
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In a way, it's a good sign that Ginger is hesitating because it means he's thinking, deliberating. After all, Day isn't entirely sure what he's doing here either. He knows this feeling can be called love, but in the back of his mind, he can still feel wounds threatening to seep poison into them.
(It's not going to matter in the end, anyway. He can always move on from you, but where does that leave you? Do you want to put the pieces back together another time, and there might not be much left by then?)
...It hardly seems fair to Ginger when the only time Day's fallen in love is associated with—that.
So this isn't a bad situation to be in. Time has not healed that hurt, and he hasn't exactly been trying to address it, but he'll have to sooner rather than later now. ]
...I can't say I'll— [ He tries to pick his words here, hoping he won't be misunderstood. ] —that I'll never feel hurt. It just happens sometimes. [ He's played matchmaker enough times to know love isn't always straightforward. ] But...bein' with you makes me happy, and I hope I make you happy too. We've got time to figure things out. [ Time that's only as long as they're here and the moon threatens the world, perhaps, but time nonetheless. ]
It's fine if you end up not feelin' the same way. [ A safeguard against heartbreak the more cynical part insists on. A sincere wish for this to be true the kinder part pushes forward. ] I just...
[ ...This will be the one selfish thought he'll allow himself to voice. ]
I just don't want this to be something that can be replaced.
[ Because that is the result of when the forgetting sets in, the salt rubbed into the wound: people forget, and fate smooths out the wrinkles left behind. People are very good at explaining away the things that seem just a little off, actions and meaning with forgotten causes assigned to different ones. Forgotten relationships subsume into remembered ones. The world will keep moving, but the Chosen of the stars are left behind, still like their ties to the night sky.
Day is no longer a simple mortal, but he's still only 23. There hasn't been enough time for him to become inured to this. ]