butterknife what a life anyway (o)

KORBIN

But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?

There was a silent huff of breath issuing from him, not quite a smile but not not one either. Something fond, something bittersweet and melancholy. They had only laughed together for a moment, never said anything important. Why was it that such a simple reminder brought him closer to laughter than any joke he'd heard for weeks? Well, it did bring an ache like unshed tears to his chest too, so. Not all good.

The problem was, Korbin mused, that it would be so very easy to start talking. The silence invited words, offered a space to fill. All he had to do was start pouring, and then she'd know. Everything. All of him. Possibly he wouldn't be able to stop until there was nothing more to say. Too comfortable; he remained quiet. It was still a matter of trust. Of unfamiliarity. Even if he felt as though he had known this girl for a very long time, it was not actually true.

Was that something he wanted to change? Blue eyes stole glances at the girl every once in a while. Thoughtful, considering.

"A story for a story?" he said after the silence had grown long once more. It was an offer; tentative, wary, but indesputably there.

Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around