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Lydia Martin personifies (eunoia) wrote in paradisolog,

If she was honest, Lydia wasn't sure that it was a great idea. Finnick was obviously more emotionally invested than she was and she knew that just by virtue of the fact that they were having this conversation at all. It wasn't a conversation she was having with Reese, with whom she'd also had relations, or Stiles, who would have been the one she would have expected to have this conversation with, out of the three. In her gut, she felt like Finnick was going to get hurt and it was going to be her fault. Now, she had a lot to think about that she hadn't expected to have to tackle. ...and there was not a single person she could talk to about it.

It made her miss Allison even more.

"Like...honest how?" she ventured. "You know where I stand and I think I know where you stand, right? So there's not much left, is there? To be honest about?" If he meant that he wanted to know when she was sleeping with other people, Lydia was not on board with that; that was private and it was her business. Just like she didn't want to know who else he was sleeping with or when because that was his business. She didn't owe Finnick anything and he didn't owe her, the way she saw it. Because if they did...then this was more than she signed up for and more than he was selling to her as the reality. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably, hugging herself by crossing her arms over themselves in front of her chest.