"i actually don't really know anything about you, do i?"
i frown a little, swiveling around on my chair to face her. she sits on top of my bed, scratching my dog gently behind her ears. "i don't know what makes me ashamed of you or what turns you on or what your hobbies are. i don't know what you're doing half the time and that kind of bothers me," i look straight at her, "is it that you're not opening up, or that i'm over thinking everything, or not paying attention to the finer details, or that i'm just an idiot?"
she smiles a little, but she still doesn't say anything, instead rubbing sunny's belly now. sunny's fur is getting all over my covers, but i don't say anything. i just want answers. "i know there's more to you than studying and silver and gold. i know you're more interesting than you come off to be. what am i missing? what am i doing wrong?"Â
she looks at me now-- god, i don't even know how to explain it. it looks like sympathy and amusement and endearment and skepticism all rolled into one three second glance. i sigh loudly, turning in my seat towards the computer monitor once more. "y'know, i must be one dumb piece of shit if i can't even figure my own character out. you probably know more about me than i do about you."Â
