[Gale lets out a mirthless chuckle as he helps himself to another bite, a weak smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.]
I suppose I am, for better or for worse.
[Which it was tended to depend on who you asked, but even after all he'd been through, despite his best efforts, he had been unable to curb that part of his nature. He doesn't know that he wants to.
He pauses before giving a careful nod in response to Oren's assessment, his brow furrowed.]
It's not only that, but... no, I don't. I don't believe she wants to be, either.
[But some part of her believes she has to be, or deserves to be, he thinks. He understands that better now, after what she had shared with him yesterday.]
[Don't mind Oren as he covers his slice in red pepper flakes to the point where it's covering up the actual toppings...]
Prideful. But also hard on herself. Strong in some ways, weak in others.
So, like a person.
[wow insightful
But Oren's point, it seems, is that Amelia's fastidiousness and stubbornness to be independent has shaped her into a person who is reluctant to be taken care of. Whatever happened between her and Gale was an indulgence she allowed herself, a moment of weakness she hadn't predicted would have spiraled into this.]
[Despite his own focus on the topic at hand, Gale does stop to let his gaze linger on Oren's red pepper flake masterpiece for a few moments.
Clearly, this man is built remarkably different.
Gale exhales, giving the other man a rueful look.]
I hadn't quite gone to that extreme, but the reassurance is nice all the same.
[Amelia doesn't hate him, but whatever was between them was complicated, as was her history— as was his own. He imagines there are a great number of conflicting feelings involved, confusion not the least of them.]
I know that she believes things need to be a certain way. She's determined to do everything on her own. Quite stubborn, as well, though I'm sure I don't need to tell you.
It sounds like you've dealt with your share of Amelia upset.
[Of course, who would know her better than her friends? From what Amelia herself has told him, Berna and Oren have both been a part of her life for a long, long time.]
I don't think of it as trouble.
[Perhaps a personal failing, given what he had allowed himself to endure in the past, though that had been without knowing. This, though challenging, doesn't feel like trouble. Perhaps because he's sure he's right, at least about some of it. He had said, in the heat of the moment, that he must have misread, but he hadn't believed it.]
It isn't all up to me, though. What she wants— whether or not I agree with it, I have to respect it.
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I suppose I am, for better or for worse.
[Which it was tended to depend on who you asked, but even after all he'd been through, despite his best efforts, he had been unable to curb that part of his nature. He doesn't know that he wants to.
He pauses before giving a careful nod in response to Oren's assessment, his brow furrowed.]
It's not only that, but... no, I don't. I don't believe she wants to be, either.
[But some part of her believes she has to be, or deserves to be, he thinks. He understands that better now, after what she had shared with him yesterday.]
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[Don't mind Oren as he covers his slice in red pepper flakes to the point where it's covering up the actual toppings...]
Prideful. But also hard on herself. Strong in some ways, weak in others.
So, like a person.
[wow insightful
But Oren's point, it seems, is that Amelia's fastidiousness and stubbornness to be independent has shaped her into a person who is reluctant to be taken care of. Whatever happened between her and Gale was an indulgence she allowed herself, a moment of weakness she hadn't predicted would have spiraled into this.]
She doesn't hate you.
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Clearly, this man is built remarkably different.
Gale exhales, giving the other man a rueful look.]
I hadn't quite gone to that extreme, but the reassurance is nice all the same.
[Amelia doesn't hate him, but whatever was between them was complicated, as was her history— as was his own. He imagines there are a great number of conflicting feelings involved, confusion not the least of them.]
I know that she believes things need to be a certain way. She's determined to do everything on her own. Quite stubborn, as well, though I'm sure I don't need to tell you.
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But don't mind him and his red pepper flake pizza. He's helping an astrophysicist with romance cope.]
She'll need space. Time. It will feel like she hates you. Moody like wildcat.
After that, up to you. Decide if the trouble is worth it or not.
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[Of course, who would know her better than her friends? From what Amelia herself has told him, Berna and Oren have both been a part of her life for a long, long time.]
I don't think of it as trouble.
[Perhaps a personal failing, given what he had allowed himself to endure in the past, though that had been without knowing. This, though challenging, doesn't feel like trouble. Perhaps because he's sure he's right, at least about some of it. He had said, in the heat of the moment, that he must have misread, but he hadn't believed it.]
It isn't all up to me, though. What she wants— whether or not I agree with it, I have to respect it.
[Even if she continues to choose denial.]