Torchline was a pretty large place. It seems hard to know if you are a better lover than such a massive population without having gone through a number of them, which Weaver isn’t necessarily judging. Halo on the other hand was a small place. To be attractive and willing was half the requirement, so honestly, for all she knows she’s terrible. But in Halo? Well, no one gave a damn. It was cold and they were bored. ”Maybe you are just so good they can’t handle another round with you,” she says with a wink.
His tone sobers though, and she listens as he explains the situation. ”Yea, that kind of sucks,” she agrees, not necessarily trying to make it better through some excuse or another. Sometimes some situations just sucked. ”Do you still love her, or just the idea of what you were?” Maybe it was hard to tell the difference, and she wouldn’t be able to help much. Weaver hadn’t actually been in love, so she cannot speak from experience, only her head.
His tone sobers though, and she listens as he explains the situation. ”Yea, that kind of sucks,” she agrees, not necessarily trying to make it better through some excuse or another. Sometimes some situations just sucked. ”Do you still love her, or just the idea of what you were?” Maybe it was hard to tell the difference, and she wouldn’t be able to help much. Weaver hadn’t actually been in love, so she cannot speak from experience, only her head.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
