Eventually James was the one who loosened their grip and broke the silence, apologizing that they didn't get far on her journal, in which Evaline quickly dismissed because they had plenty of time to go through it. He seemed to appreciate her words and actions, and they sat there for a little while longer before he volunteered to sleep first.
Evaline was glad to let him go first, and she didn't want to wake him. They were ahead of schedule and James had a long night. He deserved the rest.
Although, she knew that he didn't need her to know when to get up. James only slept in for an extra half hour before he noticed that she didn't wake him, and he insisted that she sleep, which she reluctantly did.
She knew that she didn't need to 'fix' this, but she wished there was something she could do, even if it was as little as giving him some of her sleeping time.
The next day whizzed by. They went through their daily routines, although she found the both of them to be less chatty than usual. While they silently trekked through the sandy dirt, Evaline wordlessly took his hand, and James wordlessly laced his fingers with hers. They didn't need to say much to convey their thoughts, and she didn't mind that.
By nighttime, Evaline was ready to go through her journal again, but she wanted to make sure James was at a decent headspace before doing so. There really was no rush to look through the pages.
She sat next to him in front of the fire during the cold breezy night, blanket wrapped around her body, including over her head.
"Would you like to continue going through my journal?" she asked. "We don't have to."
James looked over at her. He had his blanket pulled up around his neck and shoulders, up to this chin, and he looked over at her with a small smile.
"We can look at more of it," he said, observing her with a fondness in his eyes.
Evaline didn't know what she said or did to warrant that look, but she nodded and reluctantly got up on her feet, racing against the bitter cold to Elliot's saddlebag and fetch the journal. When she found it, she carefully held on to it and closed the saddlebag. Elliot's ears flicked, and she leaned in for a quick hug around his neck before briskly walking back to where James sat, setting the journal in front of them. Before she could open it or say anything, she adjusted the blanket to be draping her shoulders and head again, taking in a deep breath.
"Okay," she said under her breath. "Let me find where we left off."
James nodded, watching as she flipped the pages.
Evaline took a minute to find the right page. When she landed on the list they were at before, she gingerly turned the page to reveal the first real journal entry, reading it slowly.
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Evaline knew that James was a fast reader, and he likely finished before she did. But she found herself reading it slowly, taking in every word, like she was asking herself if any of this was real.
She was so... [i]harsh.
When she finally read it the second time, she slowly looked up at him, dreading his reaction. He looked serious, but there was a look of understanding in his eyes. He offered her a slight smile.
"I want to hear your thoughts first," she said with a frown, drawing her brows together as she looked back down at the journal.
"I think it's fair that you were confused," James said quietly. "If I were in your shoes, I probably would have been confused too. I don't blame you."
"Maybe," Evaline said, squinting into the page. "I certainly took out my frustration through this entry. But I didn't take it out on you, too... did I?"
"I... can't remember," James said. "If you meant to, I probably didn't notice."
Evaline sighed. She had a feeling he consistently put up with her various frustrations back then. She didn't know how he did it.
"I'm guessing... this was written after you told me your boundaries," she said. "Based on context."
"That's what it sounds like," James agreed.
"Do you think this entry had anything to do with your identity?" she asked.
James pursed his lips, looking unsure.
"It might have," he said. "I'm not sure exactly when you wrote this. I was upfront about me being wanted, but I guess, I did have a tendency to uh--"
He lifted his hand out of his blanket for a second, waving it over his face. When his hand went up, he smiled, and when his hand went down, he went serious with a clean, sudden transition.
"I'm a little more self-aware now," James said.
Evaline hummed in thought, amused by his demonstration, but still concerned over her outdated thoughts. She stared back into the page, specifically where she underlined liar twice.
"That could be it," she said. "It would make you harder to read. I wish I knew my thought process at the time to why I quickly accused you of being a liar."
"I can't tell you what was going on in your head, but I know that I probably put on a mask whenever I felt uncomfortable," he said.
"Did you feel uncomfortable during the..." She looked down into the page with a finger tracing the words she wanted to quote. "...'the dancing, the kiss, and the hugs'?"
"I know there was probably always a little lingering discomfort any time I was making physical contact, but it wasn't always the prevailing emotion," he said. "I did enjoy the dance, and, at least, for the hugs I initiated - that I can recall - I wanted to give them despite it. As for the kiss, well, that caught me off guard more than anything. I... well, you saw in my head already how that went."
"...Yeah," Evaline said awkwardly with a weak laugh, recalling the memory he showed her.
She wasn't really sure why he decided to show it to her. Maybe to capture how giddy and out-of-character she seemed.
"Why did you decide to show me that memory, anyways?" she asked, deciding to voice her thoughts. "If it caught you off-guard and it was before I knew of your boundaries."
"I just wanted you to see yourself when you were excited," James said with genuine innocence.
"Oh," she said softly, starting to feel the embarrassment rise to her head. It seemed silly that this all stemmed from riding Elliot, and she took the excitement out on James.
She cleared her throat and then pointed to the next section.
"Seems that I secretly wanted to stay in Nye," she said. "But I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know if you wanted me to stay."
"I can remember wanting you to stay but being afraid to tell you, because I didn't want to influence your choice," James said quietly. "It... sounds kind of silly, now. Not that silly is the word for it."
Evaline was quiet for a moment, quickly rereading the section over and over.
"I can understand that," she said with the same tone. "Especially now that you're here with me."
"It helps, though," James said. "To know that you want me here. I'm sorry I never told you."
Evaline thought back to the note and the first time that James showed it to her in Terra. Even before that, she had asked him if he wanted to stay on Earth due to his circumstances in Nye. It went without saying now that he would stay, and she didn't need to hear him directly say it, but she did wonder...
"Do you remember the night you showed me the note for the first time in Terra?" she asked, tearing her gaze away from the journal to back up at him. "It was the night of the Day of Peace."
"I... do. Yes," he said.
Evaline took a deep breath. "I didn't really know what you wanted back then," she said. "I assumed returning to Nye would be an option you'd want to consider... I'm sorry if my insensitivity hurt."
"I didn't know how to tell you," James said softly. "That I wanted to stay... with you. But I was convinced you didn't want me here. I forgive you. I know neither of us were saying everything we meant."
Evaline was quiet for a moment, taking the forgiveness for what it was. This wasn't some outdated action that happened five years ago. They were talking about something that happened three months ago. It was hard to believe how much their dynamic had changed since then.
"At least I know now," she said with a small smile. "Neither of us have to harbor these thoughts or secrets anymore. And best of all, we can completely ignore the note."
"I am in support of ignoring the note," James said with a small smile.
"What note?" she teased.
James's smile grew a little more as he met her eyes with a mischievous look.
"I don't even remember, now," he said.
Evaline smirked before returning her gaze back to the journal. "Should I move on?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
Evaline nodded, slowly turning the page.
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Evaline winced again while reading, suddenly feeling uncomfortable that she was reading this with James. She hardly ever journaled, and when she did, it seemed that she simply wrote down all of her unfiltered thoughts. Like... all of it.
She was tempted to quietly move on without saying anything, but she resisted the temptation. It didn't help that James seemed to want to take this at her pace, answering questions or offering comments only if she asked.
"I didn't say any of this to you back then," she said flatly. "Did I?"
"No," James said quietly. "Did you not want me to see?"
"No, it's -- it's fine," Evaline said quickly. "It's just a little... weird, is all."
"Do you want to talk about it?" James asked.
"We can," she said after a hesitation. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"It might be helpful," he said.
Evaline took a deep breath. "Okay," she said as she peered back down into the pages. "Where do I..." She let out a weak, breathy laugh. "Where do I even begin?"
"The first entry?" James suggested. "I didn't know Raya asked you that. That was very forward of her."
Evaline thought back to her notes of Raya and the few memories she could remember clearly of her, although she didn't know that she had asked her that too.
"She seemed very adamant about wanting me to stay," she said. "And she was also fairly defensive, and she didn't trust you. Maybe she brought it up to talk me out of it. I don't know."
"I think she was just looking for ways to convince you to stay," James said.
"Maybe," Evaline said. "She seemed like someone who wouldn't take my no to heart without knowing the reason."
"From what I remember, that sounds right," James agreed.
There was a small pause, and James seemed to sense she wasn't going to say anything more.
"Do you... want to talk about Alan?" he asked.
Evaline stared down into the page, feeling herself get wrapped up in her own thoughts. She had to force herself out of it.
"We can," she said, forcing the words out. "What do you know about him so far?"
"I know he was Alistair's twin brother," he said. "Alistair told me a little bit about him, actually.
"Wha--" she found herself sputtering out, not believing that he had a whole conversation about this with Alistair before her. "What did he tell you?"
"Well, he... kind of brought it up," James said. "He asked me a bunch of questions about myself, and then said I sounded a lot like his brother."
Evaline peered back into the page where she made the comparison herself, and then remembered Alistair saying that she "had a type." She had to bite back an embarrassed groan.
"You do have some similarities," she admitted. "But Alan wasn't as... I guess, shy. He was charismatic and always knew what to say. He was always forward with me... with everything, really. I was fairly quiet back then, and I guess I was drawn to the fact that he was drawn to me... if that makes sense."
"That makes sense," James said. "I feel like, in certain settings I pretend to be charismatic, but when I'm just being myself, I don't feel that as much."
Evaline nodded. "Another thing I really like about you is that you always say what you mean. You may pretend to be charismatic if you need to be, but around me when you're being yourself, you don't say anything thoughtless. I can count on your word."
"I don't like saying things I don't mean," James said. "At least... not with people I trust and really care about. It would be different if you were a complete stranger, on Nye, and I was just passing through town. You know. Context."
"I know," she said a little quieter. "I understand that. I just... appreciate it. I can trust everything you say and not have to ask you to prove it. It means a lot to me."
"It does to me too," James said. "I know you're much the same."
"...I try to be," Evaline said as she peered down at the paper, brushing the edge of the page with her thumb. "I don't think it's fair or right to lead someone astray with false hope and broken promises. Words carry weight and meaning, and they can't - and shouldn't - be easily brushed away like they're worth nothing."
"I agree," James said. "I know the things we say can really stick with people, whether we're aware of it or not. And I try to be as precise with my words as I can so that it's exactly what I mean to say. That said, I'm not always perfect at it... but I do try. I think we both do. Which I also really appreciate."
"I know I say all this even though I can use some more lessons myself," Evaline said softly. "But I haven't always been this way. I guess... somewhere along the way, I decided to accept that words are hollow noises with no merit, and shouldn't be a deciding factor on trust. But I've recognized that that's flawed logic, and I'm trying to be better. Be less insensitive."
"I'm grateful for that," he said softly in return, and from the corner of her eye she could see his gaze fall back down to the journal, on the page about Alan.
"In one of my dreams..." James said carefully. "There was a brief moment where Alan mentioned a break-up. I don't know if you want to talk about it, or if you remember it, but I assume that's what you were referring to... here?"
She saw his finger reach out to the bottom of the page, hovering over the words: I can remember him leaving me, and breaking our promise.
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