She turned around again, now that the water was nearing her waist. She hated feeling like she was interrogating him, or trying to make him into something he wasn't. She just ... wanted to understand.
"So ... you're saying, if you had one like that ... a job where it'd mess you up. You ... would say no? Just tell the boss, sorry, not interested?"
Her eyes were watching his, curious. Concerned. Because ... not too long ago, he would have done it anyway. Maybe just to prove to himself that he could.
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Date: 2009-09-21 10:35 pm (UTC)"So ... you're saying, if you had one like that ... a job where it'd mess you up. You ... would say no? Just tell the boss, sorry, not interested?"
Her eyes were watching his, curious. Concerned. Because ... not too long ago, he would have done it anyway. Maybe just to prove to himself that he could.