Frederick strokes her arm, looking at the scar thoughtfully for a moment before responding.
"They're difficult for me to talk about," he says slowly. "Perhaps because they don't honestly have all that much to do with me. Unlike yours, I'm sure."
He's quiet for a moment, until he thinks of something-- an acceptable compromise, with any luck.
He turns and pushes her back down onto the bed, cuddling against her cheek. "Let's talk about something else," he says, with a quick kiss. "For example, why is it that I always have this terrible urge to fly away, even when I have everything a man could possibly want right here beside me? Clearly, I can't be right in the head."
He gives her a rather apologetic smile, hoping this sort of honesty was what she was looking for.
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Date: 2011-02-02 05:31 am (UTC)"They're difficult for me to talk about," he says slowly. "Perhaps because they don't honestly have all that much to do with me. Unlike yours, I'm sure."
He's quiet for a moment, until he thinks of something-- an acceptable compromise, with any luck.
He turns and pushes her back down onto the bed, cuddling against her cheek. "Let's talk about something else," he says, with a quick kiss. "For example, why is it that I always have this terrible urge to fly away, even when I have everything a man could possibly want right here beside me? Clearly, I can't be right in the head."
He gives her a rather apologetic smile, hoping this sort of honesty was what she was looking for.