you have survived every moment of your life
even the ones you swore you wouldn't
"I have a lot of respect for them," he admits freely. "I just never thought I was uh...promiscuous enough for them," he laughs, shaking his head slightly. Then again, Phoebe was one of the most monogamous people he'd ever met, and equally invested in only sleeping with someone if feelings were involved - though she had refused marriage ever since Sunjata - so maybe he wouldn't be so amiss in Frey's realm. But he's Safrin's man. No sense in dwelling on Frey.
The playfulness doesn't escape him, and Harper chuckles in return. "You're right, I had no idea we had so much in common." And, because he trusts Sunjata's judgment as he always has, Harper's gaze is guileless and trusting as it locks unblinking onto the Flood's. Maybe he can trust himself. He's yet to have it happen, right? Maybe it really is an unfounded fear. "I never wanted to become an alcoholic," he murmurs, shame encroaching on the edges of his side of the bond as he looks at the discarded glasses, "but these days it's all that seems to help. I just always do it at home, because I've always been so scared." But if Sunjata believes it won't happen, Harper can't help but take hope in that.
As Sunjata leans in over the table, Harper can't help but be swept up in his humor, his roguish playfulness. Brightening like a sun that had forgotten how to shine, Harper smiles right back, easy to pull into one mood or another like a buoy drifting on someone else's current. "You're right. How else can I leave you a glowing review if I don't try it out? I have to use my weight as King sometimes." As if Sunjata needs the help advertising at all. Harper could never risk going to the Halenani no matter how stringently closed they keep their client books, but here? Here, he can trust he'll be taken care of. He just didn't expect that help to also come in the form of Sunjata's kinship and kindness.
The playfulness doesn't escape him, and Harper chuckles in return. "You're right, I had no idea we had so much in common." And, because he trusts Sunjata's judgment as he always has, Harper's gaze is guileless and trusting as it locks unblinking onto the Flood's. Maybe he can trust himself. He's yet to have it happen, right? Maybe it really is an unfounded fear. "I never wanted to become an alcoholic," he murmurs, shame encroaching on the edges of his side of the bond as he looks at the discarded glasses, "but these days it's all that seems to help. I just always do it at home, because I've always been so scared." But if Sunjata believes it won't happen, Harper can't help but take hope in that.
As Sunjata leans in over the table, Harper can't help but be swept up in his humor, his roguish playfulness. Brightening like a sun that had forgotten how to shine, Harper smiles right back, easy to pull into one mood or another like a buoy drifting on someone else's current. "You're right. How else can I leave you a glowing review if I don't try it out? I have to use my weight as King sometimes." As if Sunjata needs the help advertising at all. Harper could never risk going to the Halenani no matter how stringently closed they keep their client books, but here? Here, he can trust he'll be taken care of. He just didn't expect that help to also come in the form of Sunjata's kinship and kindness.
this time is no different
you will last
