[It's amazing, and terrifying, and heartbreaking to see his insecurities so openly on display. To see them not as irrational jealousies or fickle moods or mystery triggers, but as the scars and old wounds of his childhood. She understands them in a way she never could have at eighteen. Not that understanding them does her much good. She understands, but she doesn't know how to reach across the divide or start to heal the wounds.]
What I need is for you to let me worry about what I need. [The same words she's been saying for years, but this time they're not angry. They're sad and affectionate, like a plea. Don’t turn me into something to beat yourself up with.]
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Date: 2015-01-01 10:57 pm (UTC)What I need is for you to let me worry about what I need. [The same words she's been saying for years, but this time they're not angry. They're sad and affectionate, like a plea. Don’t turn me into something to beat yourself up with.]