Re: Marta / Seven
[As much as it pains him to let her pull away, he doesn't try to follow the warm touch of her hands when it leaves him. He is rooted to the spot by a cold, twisting feeling that penetrates his gut and holds him back, and he is caught up in the ferocity of their shared gaze as she stares up at him, confusion clear on every feature. He hates that he is the cause of that little line of consternation on her brow even as it deepens into a frown, something more angry, and there's a voice that sounds at the back of his head and wonders if she would be better off despising him. And ah, there is the tentative stutter of an unsure step back. Away from him.
He doesn't flinch under the biting edge of her incredulous words, mirroring his own. He doesn't even try to hold his ground when her hand comes up to slam against his chest, shoving him back a step so that he bumps into the seat of his bike behind him. He just stares her down with a hard expression, only half-hearing her when she spits out that she wants 'all that shit too', a fierce and stubborn set to his jaw. He wants to cut his response out of a growl and he wants to reach out to touch her, hold her, shake her all at once so that she might start to fucking understand.]
I'm thinking that all I fucking do is hurt people that I care about, okay? [Theo. Liam. He doesn't want her to join that list of people that he loved and would probably never see again.] I don't think you fucking get it, Marta! I don't do monogamy. I don't do relationships. I fucking suck at them, actually! [And now he's pushing himself back up off the bike and reaching up to rake one hand through the hair that sits at the back of his neck, mussing it up so that it sticks in every direction. Because he has to do something with his hands and there may as well be a Grand fucking Canyon of impenetrable space between them.
He's just as loud, now. ] So what the hell do you think happens with us? Say we both manage to figure out whatever it is that we want, and try to make it work. Then what? How do you think this story ends? What happens when I sleep with somebody else? What happens when you start to realize that you don't want to be around my fucked up lifestyle, huh? [Another harsh, hollow laugh.] Christ, I'm too fucking old for you, Marta! Don't you see that?