In time you'll find, I've got baggage too

SUNJATA

the flood

but is this what you want? what you wanted?
do you need love? am i enough for you?

She listens to him all the same, as she always does, and it endears her even more to him. And when his statement is done, the hidden words beneath it all, the meanings of why he had felt obligated to help her when things wouldn’t work in the end regardless… Well, she picks up the slack that he trails off of. “She knew when I took it off because of the enchantment, but I always took it off to wash dishes or what not at the bar.” A shrug to that. “Anything more than that… Like Nate, for instance. Perhaps I should have told her that my doctor was Ascended.” An exhale, a purse of his lips. His hands tail from being folded atop his knees to resting on the sides of his thigh, ghosting over the gunshot wound there as he regards her again.

“You haven’t.” He offers her. “I think… Well, if we’re being honest on this rock today…” He trails off with a quiet chuckle. “Literally all my life was spent being forced to do this, to do that, of not being good enough and being told that I wasn’t. And when I had something of mine, it always got taken away.” Lusea, twice now, the bar even, in a sense of how Phoebe had destroyed it before he’d put it back together.

“That’s usually what drives me away.” He looks to her then, seeing how she takes it. “I get stubborn on things, but I like to think I’m accommodating too. It’s just hard to have a bite of a cookie and never end up getting the rest of it. So when you do, you just, hold onto it for as long as you can.” A terrible analogy, but Sunjata had never been particularly good with words to begin with.

in time you'll find i've got my baggage too