[ Without even a pause. Kitty's always very keen to know about other people, but she doesn't like getting close herself. Gansey is offering familiarity. It doesn't surprise him at all that she resists it. She's been resisting it all along. ]
What are you afraid of? That we might sit in my living room at 3am building houses out of cereal boxes or listening to music? It can't be that bad, surely. It's not as if I'll make you listen to Murder Squash.
[ There's a bit of a pause. Kitty reads that, and she doesn't...Detachment? Her? It's ridiculous. No - it's completely absurd.
(But she feels something - there's some strange uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.) ]
Now THAT'S ridiculous. Like it's not me who's forced myself on you lot. You've all been very kind, but I'd say we're friends mostly cause I've started hanging about you, aren't we. Detachment? How silly.
No. Of course not. I was literally an enemy of the state, do you really think that I care about propriety?
[ Though now that she's thinking about it - There are lots of reasons. Lots of really complex reasons. But thinking about that does make an explanation bubble up. And so, a few moments after that first message, she follows up with an explanatory: ]
I guess people at the door at night usually meant bad things where I was from. But obviously you haven't got that baggage.
[ And yet it's still...something. Is it detachment? Like he accused her of? God, she doesn't even know. ]
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I am rarely insincere. I meant it.
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All right. Then I will.
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And no, I don't find that terrifying at all. I think you're being difficult for the sake of it, honestly.
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[ Without even a pause. Kitty's always very keen to know about other people, but she doesn't like getting close herself. Gansey is offering familiarity. It doesn't surprise him at all that she resists it. She's been resisting it all along. ]
What are you afraid of? That we might sit in my living room at 3am building houses out of cereal boxes or listening to music? It can't be that bad, surely. It's not as if I'll make you listen to Murder Squash.
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(But she feels something - there's some strange uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.) ]
Now THAT'S ridiculous. Like it's not me who's forced myself on you lot. You've all been very kind, but I'd say we're friends mostly cause I've started hanging about you, aren't we. Detachment? How silly.
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Well then, there can't be any problem with what I'm suggesting. Unless of course you're worried about propriety, or something foolish like that.
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[ Though now that she's thinking about it - There are lots of reasons. Lots of really complex reasons. But thinking about that does make an explanation bubble up. And so, a few moments after that first message, she follows up with an explanatory: ]
I guess people at the door at night usually meant bad things where I was from. But obviously you haven't got that baggage.
[ And yet it's still...something. Is it detachment? Like he accused her of? God, she doesn't even know. ]
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Accept it, or don't. It's really not meant to be this difficult.
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You can be as bad as Adam, sometimes.
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