Re: Corner couch: Banner/Harl
Emotions, to Harley, were love. Feelings were love. Sure, there was hate n all that, but when she said sex n love, she meant attachment n emotions, and to her, they were all capital-L Love. There was little to no differentiation, whatever parsing and splitting hairs he did made no diff to her. She didn't believe him and that was obvious. She made a raspberry sound with her mouth and looked away, out at the flow of the crowd on the dance floor. She sighed. She got tired real fast of people who couldn't see the bright side ever.
She splayed outward in a spray of fine, white limbs, listening only half-heartedly to the doc. Her body was for once content and she held onto that feeling as the man beside her went on hating himself.
"If I was you or if I was Kitty? 'Cause that's real different."