HIATUS-- admit the devil just to know his name

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| Minna & Nic

“Yea, okay.” She believed him about the ‘just fries and a milkshake’ bit. She even believed that they could have a semi-decent time. But how could he promise that he wouldn’t hurt her? They barely knew each other. And it seemed cruel for him to say something like that when he had just as much of an opportunity to hurt her as everyone else who already had, did.  “Are you even sober enough to drive us?” 

He would suppose it wads from different perspectives. Would he physically hurt her and make her regret going with him? Absolutely not. Not if he could help it, at least. He would admit, however, that he didn’t plan to hurt her feelings. It was never an aim, but he wouldn’t promise that he wouldn’t. He couldn’t control how she would feel about something later on. “I’ve had three beers. I think I’m good. Why? Wanna test me?” His finger placed onto the tip of his nose.

It’s not the answer to her question, but it’s something. A short nod is the sole reply before she looks away once more, focusing on the floor as though it held some kind of answer. Shifting in place in the chair to get more comfortable does just the opposite as she’s reminded of the various bruises adorning her body like marks of shame, and Evie’s pursing her lips with disapproval at herself without even thinking about it. She simply feels… dirty. The only solution to the issue Evie can think of is standing a few feet away, and that’s out of the question. Or maybe it’s not. “Ciar, after you eat breakfast, can you do me a favor?”

He had to do something. Asking her what she wants so often gets him into more trouble than it should, but that was just how things were when it came to them. He learned to act and reassure rather than lay everything on her shoulders. But watching the way she shifted in the seat, as though she couldn’t stand to be in her own skin was something that only seemed to make him mad at the person that did it to her. He wanted to keep her safe. Why wouldn’t she let him?  “What is it?”

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