James was trying not to think too deeply about how uncomfortably he left the conversation hanging. He was hoping that Evaline would move onto something lighter. Maybe she would extend to him the same courtesy that he showed her. But instead, he got something else.
If I were to ask for a non-tangible gift in return from you, it would be for you to aim to be healthy and well-rested.
There were several reactions he had to that in the depths of his soul that did not resonate with any warmth despite the fact that he knew (or wanted to know) that it was said with good intentions. He couldn't help but feel like Evaline was somehow using his "health" like a bargaining chip. She kept harping on it whenever he said something that barely alluded to a harder time, or a difficult memory, or something she just didn't know about. It was like she'd already decided for him that he wasn't "healthy," and she couldn't just accept him as he was. Because gods knew he wasn't going to "get better" for a long time, and "better" might not look like whatever she expected it to look like. Hell, he didn't even know what it looked like.
And how was that something she could ask for as a gift? As if it was something he could easily acheive? What did she even mean? Aim to be healthy and well-rested. Did she not think he was trying? Did she think he wanted to be like this? If she knew -- but that was the problem. She didn't.
And if she did, it would probably only confirm everything she already suspected. She would continue to see him as "unhealthy." Broken. Someone who needed to be babied and babysat. Checked up on. Showered with gifts so he didn't freak out. Kept from the truth so he wasn't overwhelmed. Sheltered. Kept "safe" because he couldn't handle reality.
If he wasn't being watched, James would've clawed at his face. Instead, he stayed in his position, with his chin resting on his arms, and his face set like stone in a netural, maybe thoughtful, expression.
I know the previous note in Nye said we should open up and share personal stories from our past...
Yeah, but they weren't in Nye anymore. That note wasn't around. And what good did listening to that note ever do in the first place?
He would've winced at that thought, but he didn't. He knew what good came out of it. And the pain.
I want you to know that you don't have to feel forced to share anything you don't want to -- but I'm happy to listen to whatever you do want to share.
She'd already said that a handful of times. Like she was trying to assure him that she was safe to talk to -- and yet, she wasn't talking about her past five years in detail either.
It wasn't just that he wanted it to be mutual. He did. But he also didn't want to talk about it. Any of it. He wanted to forget. But not in the way that Evaline had forgotten.
And of course she ended it with something like pesto. So anticlimactic. Like an afterthought. The one out of the three things she said that actually felt like it fit into a game.
"The pesto is the lie," he said.
She was watching him with a soft smile. "You're right," she simply said, waiting to see if he would say anything more.
James felt like he could burst. He closed his eyes, just for a moment. He didn't want to show any outward signs of distress, so he kept it at that, but gods, what he would give to pummel a hay bale or something.
But it was fine. He could reign it in. Just like every other time.
He looked over at her. The mask he wore came without a thought. Gentle. Soft. Calm. Unassuming, and undetectable.
"You know you could've just told me that out-of-game," he said softly. "Unless it was because you couldn't think of anything."
Evaline was quiet for a few moments. "Are you upset that I told you this way?" she asked.
It wasn't the delivery so much as it was what she said in general.
"No," he said. "It just... well, they don't really fit into the box of the types of truths and lies we did before. And it would've been really awkward if one of those was actually the lie."
Evaline was still watching James closely, drumming her finger along the blanket like she was thinking. "Apologies," she said. "I'll stick to the trivial statements in the future, if that's what you prefer."
James smiled, just a little.
"I don't know if you have to make a hard and fast rule about it," James said. "I guess... I don't know. For the more serious things, making them into a bite-sized little factoid can sometimes feel like it's trivializing them. Not in every case, but. Sometimes."
"James," she said slowly and gently. "It's okay. I was being dramatic, I know. It's just a silly game." She offered another small smile. "Don't overthink it."
Well it was too late for that.
"Alright," he said softly. "Sorry if I... killed the mood."
"You didn't," she said gently, laying on her back with her arms crossed behind her head. "Don't worry about it."
James nodded slightly, offering another small, shy smile.
"Should I go again?" he asked.
"If you want to."
James wasn't sure he did, but he didn't know what the alternative was. There were three options: they would go to bed, they would continue talking normally, or they would sit in silence. Continuing the conversation without a game as structure seemed like it would be more challenging with Evaline growing more and more visually sleepy, but he didn't know if he was ready to go to bed on this note.
Or, leaving Evaline going to bed on this note. Because he knew he wouldn't be falling asleep for some time.
"Yeah," he said. "I just have to think of something."
"Take your time," she said back, but he could hear the tiredness in her voice now.
He lifted his chin up from his arms and looked up towards the sky. He needed to hurry up and come up with something. Before she dozed off.
"Some memories I recall to help me fall asleep. I used to collect rocks. I know the Outlands like the back of my hand."
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