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?

A brow raises as she mentions that her thoughts might be horrible of her, but he listens to her regardless – hearing the fears aloud that he harbored deep within. And it brings another level of the place those dark thoughts had often lead, that the way the marriage had gone had been… Terrible, miserable, destroying. “It would have.” He agrees quietly, leaning into the touch at the back of his hair, combing through. She pulls him down to her to hug him, and he pulls her close as well as he thinks on it. “She wanted to change me into the perfect person for her, and I would have never gotten there. She didn’t know about the Advocates. She knew about my past but only the Trials and… Well, she met Lusea so.” A shrug, a soft exhale.

And when she speaks again, he rests his head along the top of her own,  snorting at her comment about the cookies before he shakes his head, messing up her hair a small amount. “I’ll share them if you’re not greedy.” He teases her – but the meaning behind it is truthful. He’d always find a way to share, to benefit the both of them, when it didn’t become suffocating, threatening, awful to be around. And Phoebe had known before hand that it would make him miserable to do it.

He hopes that if he ever starts to show her that he’s miserable, that he’s unhappy, that she’d listen to him instead of pretending it’s all his fault and that he should be better about it. A hand lifts, then to her chin, and he withdraws his head to try and search her gaze to see what she might be thinking, his own gaze a storming mix of emotions much like the one departing the sea.

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