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So, sex.

Who wants more of it? Who wants less of it? Who isn't having it AT ALL? And if you're not having it, WHY NOT?

Who's having it ALL THE TIME? Is there a secret?

And no, I'm not offering myself up (sorry, Toby). Space makes a man curious!

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Piss off.

So it's not so clear cut when it's YOU who isn't telling the truth, hmm?

Fine. I won't bother you with my presence.

And there you go again! Just being a jerk! You don't get it!

And there you go again, expecting me to know what's wrong without you telling me when for the last bloody time I have no way of knowing way of knowing what I might have done wrong. Tell me and I'll make an effort to correct it, but when the only thing you do tell me is to piss off, I'm sorry that I'm obeying the only wishes you'll TELL me!

I DO tell you! You just don't LISTEN!

No! You tell me in roundabout ways that I don't know. You might as well say them in a language I don't speak. Really, you DO. I ask you to explain even when we're not shouting at each other like Quadlings in a fish market and you dodge the issue so no! You don't!

I tell you the only way I know HOW! I can't help it! I DO tell you!

TRY PLAIN OZIAN. LIKE WE'RE SPEAKING RIGHT NOW. If you tell me one thing in Ozian and another however you seem to be telling me, I'm going to go by what you say in Ozian because it's the only thing I'm sure of!

But... I... I... can't.

Why?

Because it's stupid. You'll think it's stupid, and that I'm stupid for it being a problem.

I think it's far less stupid to have an emotion you can't explain because emotions just happen to be illogical generally than to keep it to yourself and let things between us get as terrible as they were a moment ago.

You don't like dealing with my emotions.

I know how to get out of your way when you need me to, but otherwise, I'm fine with dealing with your emotions. Just as I trust you to deal with mine.

They're all silly stupid things.

They're not silly and stupid when things get like this. And I insist, in plain Ozian, and I'll sign my name to it even that I'd much rather hear them than stumble about in the dark. And it's far less 'silly'. I can sign a note that I won't laugh either if you'd like.

But that's just stupid. You're just humouring me.

...I'm not humouring you any more than you 'humoured' me when I was sitting in my room and poking at bruises. I'm trying to find out what you need so I can do something about it. If that's what you need, then that's what you need.

I need a piece of janitorial equipment to feel safe. Most people seem to think that's ridiculous.

I don't. That's just part of you.

Then trust me when I say that whatever you end up saying, I'm not going to think it's ridiculous.

I might not understand right off the bat, but I won't think it's ridiculous.

I...

Fine.

What... you said about having to check. That hurt.

...oh.

It wasn't... it wasn't personal. Ever since... well, ever since Evey and I had a spat, I started to ask more. Because I've learned that, well, what I think is obvious other people don't think is obvious. And what other people think is obvious, I hardly understand until they've told me for ten minutes or more. and she said I injured her down to the very core of who she was.

I don't want to do that with you.

I... I, it's stupid. Sorry.

It's not stupid.

I'm just explaining why I did it. And I'll try to remember not to ask.

Feelings aren't stupid. And it's... it's unhealthy to think so. It just jams you up inside.

They're stupid. It's stupid. I don't want to talk about this anymore.