[ he followed her back to the room because she's mad at him again.
as best as she tries to hide it, he can always tell when her mood shifts. the only problem is that he isn't entirely sure what he did tonight to upset her — or at the very least, he doesn't want to assume — and when there is an unresolved issue between them, the best solution is usually the most straightforward solution.
dumping his own bag on a chair, gojo watches marcille yank out her pjs not too nicely. he typically doesn't mind it when she's angry at him; in fact, he finds new ways to rile her up almost daily, but it's admittedly far less fun when he isn't crystal clear on what he did to provoke her. ]
You're very obviously not fine. [ unfortunately, he will never learn how to drop the subject when he doesn't want to. ] Tell me what I did.
[ guilt seeps into her. her back is facing him, but she can hear the trepidation in his voice.
why is she feeling like this now? has it just been building up? it isn't fair to hold him to a standard she never communicated, let alone one she shouldn't have for him in the first place.
she slows down and pauses before heaving a sigh. her pajamas get placed down on the bed more carefully. ]
No... It's nothing you did. You do what you always do. I think I just need to sleep this off.
What's not my fault? [ he crosses his arms as he regards her through the blindfold. might as well lend her a helpin' hand or else they're gonna be at this all night. ] Me checkin' people out...? [ he doesn't want to assume, but it's better that he stands corrected than to let whatever this is continue to fester between them. ] You know I never bring 'em to our room and I shower as soon as I'm back.
[ the words make her chest tighten, all the breath ballooning in her lungs. color rises to her cheeks as she crosses her arms and tilts her head forward.
this is going to ruin everything. she's never been good about hiding her thoughts or emotions. she'd been doing well enough until now, when everything seemed to overflow. ]
It's... not about the room or the showering. It's...
[ she bites her cheek briefly, trying to force the words into being like scrabbling a puzzle together in mere seconds. ]
A thousand years is a long time for you. Don't pretend it's not. So what's stopping you from changing your mind again like you did before? You could just find something [ or someone ] more interesting and then walk off one day. And, really, you should be able to do that if you want. It's your life. You could do that tomorrow and I wouldn't stop you, so...
[ by "tomorrow" she means "when you come back from having sex with whoever" ]
it isn't like he hasn't gotten bored and wandered off on his own before. he always comes back, doesn't he? a momentary interest isn't going to make him change his mind, not when he already made a promise to her and knows just how important it is to keep it. ]
I'm not going to break my word to you, Mar. A thousand years is a thousand years. [ he looks over towards the door and then back at her. ] Sex is just sex, y'know. I only do it 'cause it takes care of my needs. [ he doesn't even do it all that often, in his humble opinion. ] I'm not gonna fall in love with somebody just because I fuck 'em once. [ he doesn't even ask for a name majority of the time. ]
But is that what's really botherin' you? [ he has his doubts. ]
I don't think you'd fall in love, but you could still walk away with them if they...
[ what is her value in his life? without that much delineated, she can only make guesses. he wants to spend the next thousand years with her, sure, but would he do this for anyone in similar circumstances? (the answer may be obvious, but she spirals her way out of simplicity all the time.)
he says he'll stay with her, and deep down, she knows he'll keep his word. so what else could be bothering her?
her face flushes deeper. ]
It's not like your needs are something I could ever help with, so it's not worth having this conversation over! Happy?
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as best as she tries to hide it, he can always tell when her mood shifts. the only problem is that he isn't entirely sure what he did tonight to upset her — or at the very least, he doesn't want to assume — and when there is an unresolved issue between them, the best solution is usually the most straightforward solution.
dumping his own bag on a chair, gojo watches marcille yank out her pjs not too nicely. he typically doesn't mind it when she's angry at him; in fact, he finds new ways to rile her up almost daily, but it's admittedly far less fun when he isn't crystal clear on what he did to provoke her. ]
You're very obviously not fine. [ unfortunately, he will never learn how to drop the subject when he doesn't want to. ] Tell me what I did.
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why is she feeling like this now? has it just been building up? it isn't fair to hold him to a standard she never communicated, let alone one she shouldn't have for him in the first place.
she slows down and pauses before heaving a sigh. her pajamas get placed down on the bed more carefully. ]
No... It's nothing you did. You do what you always do. I think I just need to sleep this off.
[ ... ]
You can go back. I'll just see you later, okay?
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let's try to tackle this at a different angle. ]
Don't you know sleepin' while mad gives you wrinkles? You're gonna become a pretty pruney elf if you keep it up.
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but then she whirls her head around to briefly glare at him. there's no use in hiding it. ]
I'll get over it if I just relax!
[ source? she finally turns to face him and sighs again through her nose, looking off to a corner of the room. her ears droop. ]
It's not your fault, okay? I'm just... [ overreacting. now that he's starting to question her, her heart is pounding a little. ] It's my own problem.
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What's not my fault? [ he crosses his arms as he regards her through the blindfold. might as well lend her a helpin' hand or else they're gonna be at this all night. ] Me checkin' people out...? [ he doesn't want to assume, but it's better that he stands corrected than to let whatever this is continue to fester between them. ] You know I never bring 'em to our room and I shower as soon as I'm back.
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this is going to ruin everything. she's never been good about hiding her thoughts or emotions. she'd been doing well enough until now, when everything seemed to overflow. ]
It's... not about the room or the showering. It's...
[ she bites her cheek briefly, trying to force the words into being like scrabbling a puzzle together in mere seconds. ]
A thousand years is a long time for you. Don't pretend it's not. So what's stopping you from changing your mind again like you did before? You could just find something [ or someone ] more interesting and then walk off one day. And, really, you should be able to do that if you want. It's your life. You could do that tomorrow and I wouldn't stop you, so...
[ by "tomorrow" she means "when you come back from having sex with whoever" ]
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it isn't like he hasn't gotten bored and wandered off on his own before. he always comes back, doesn't he? a momentary interest isn't going to make him change his mind, not when he already made a promise to her and knows just how important it is to keep it. ]
I'm not going to break my word to you, Mar. A thousand years is a thousand years. [ he looks over towards the door and then back at her. ] Sex is just sex, y'know. I only do it 'cause it takes care of my needs. [ he doesn't even do it all that often, in his humble opinion. ] I'm not gonna fall in love with somebody just because I fuck 'em once. [ he doesn't even ask for a name majority of the time. ]
But is that what's really botherin' you? [ he has his doubts. ]
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[ what is her value in his life? without that much delineated, she can only make guesses. he wants to spend the next thousand years with her, sure, but would he do this for anyone in similar circumstances? (the answer may be obvious, but she spirals her way out of simplicity all the time.)
he says he'll stay with her, and deep down, she knows he'll keep his word. so what else could be bothering her?
her face flushes deeper. ]
It's not like your needs are something I could ever help with, so it's not worth having this conversation over! Happy?