"What?" Adora laughed, giving him a disbelieving look. "Somehow I doubt you can be that terrible of a boyfriend, unless you just have horrible taste in women." Adora paused and gave a melodramatic gasp, pointing to herself. "Oh dear. Case in point."
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"I, er.." he searched for the word, found it, and tried to smile. "Spaz out. Right about that point where it's clear it's official. Turns out, that pisses women off."
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"You spaz out?" Adora chuckled and took another bite. "Define how you spaz out. What makes you become the master of spaz, as it were?" She washed down her food with the last of her coffee, then stood to get another cup, motioning that she'd take his cup and refill it, too. "I mean, do you have a reoccurring issue or something? Not that I'm one to talk, at all."
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He handed it to her with an automatically muttered 'thank you,' before settling back in his chair. "I just...." was this an appropriate time? He felt like he owed her. She had spilled her life story on more than one occasion, and he'd remained relatively tight lipped. She'd also done him the service of not prying, and, as he had learned from her dealing with Nox, it wasn't even her nature not to pry. She was doing it for him, and he appreciated it.
So he owed her. "I'm picky with..." a false start. He tried again, obviously thinking before he spoke. "I have issues with comittment," he finally settled on, with a silly smirk, straightening his spine a little.
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Adora came back with their coffee just as he finally settled on something to say, but the way he kept having false starts made it impossible to resist. "Yeah, I can tell. You just had issue with committing to saying you have issues with commitment. Congratulations." She handed him his cup of coffee and took a seat again, nibbling aimlessly at a strawberry.
"If you don't want to talk about why you have those issues, it's fine. It's not like we're going anywhere for the next three months," Adora smiled, genuinely extending the invitation that he could stop talking. Commitment issues were just big for her, and while she always quick to tell people her business, she was trying very hard to make sure she didn't run Duncan off too quick. It didn't do well with the whole 'making new friends and playing nice' thing she was doing these days.
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"No, no, I owe it to you," he said, voicing his thoughts from earlier. He sipped his coffee, and thought about the simplest way to explain. It wasn't like Duncan, to be succinct or short, but he felt the situation didn't require his usual loquaciousness.
"I love humans, and so, I only... love humans. I've tried to form romantic relationships with creatures that have a similar time frame to mine, but...and I'm sure you've noticed this... they're all.. jaded. Marred, by experience, or life. If they don't look down on the very humans who have taught them everything they know, they hate them, or hate themselves." He licked his lips. It was hypocritical, but, it was true. "Humans.. I mean, some are.. like that, but for the most part they are so wide-eyed, so .. interested, curious, and frightened of their own time frames that they eventually decide to make the best of it."
He crumpled his face at her. "Am I making sense?"
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Adora sat and listened in silence, occasionally taking a sip of coffee or two while he spoke. She didn't quite know what to make of it, and she figured saying as much wouldn't go over well. The truth was, she could understand how he felt about people like them being jaded. There were times when Adora hated herself, and times when she loved the new parts of herself she was discovering, but, most demons she met were not like that.
"You're making sense." Adora finally said after it occurred to her he'd asked her a question. "I can see that kind of bright-eyed and bushy-tailed thing about humans that you would like." Looking at how normal humans were was something Adora never really thought about, and when she did see humans, she saw them as having potential they never tapped into. "I mean, I've spent a great deal of time with some humans through history, so I can see the great things they can do." She smirked. "It's why I spent ten years with Monet. True artists are the one who create with knowledge of their mortality."