( he understands. with a soft smile on his lips, jon nods his head, grips onto her fingers a little tighter and starts to head out of the room, pacing his own steps to match hers. there’s no rush, she can go as slow or as fast as she feels necessary; jon’s legs may be a little shorter, but he definitely won’t have any trouble keeping up with her. )
I’m okay. You—don’t need to be careful with the way you word stuff around me, either. Don’t worry about it, I guess? I’m uh—I don’t like lying, and I don’t have any deep dark secrets I wouldn’t want to say out loud that you probably don’t already know. ( there’s a very brief pause though. ) My mom had a cat back on our farm, named Goldie. She was chasing after a mouse once and a hawk swooped down and got her, but this was back when I was still figuring out how to use my abilities and Dad wasn’t around. I got—angry, and used my heat vision, and it. . ( got rid of the hawk, but also the cat. he swallows hard, avoids the water works. ) I promised I’d never kill anything again after that. But that’s the only secret bad thing I wouldn’t want people to know, I guess. Damian knows. Now so do you—and that’s fine.
( having secrets is something he absolutely abhors, but he understands the reasons behind them. sometimes to protect someone, you’ve got to keep them out of the loop. sometimes secrets hurt. sometimes they sting so bad, there’s nothing you can do to ever fix it. but jon—doesn’t have anything like that, not yet. and he definitely doesn’t want cissie to feel like she has to walk around on eggshells around her words. )
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I’m okay. You—don’t need to be careful with the way you word stuff around me, either. Don’t worry about it, I guess? I’m uh—I don’t like lying, and I don’t have any deep dark secrets I wouldn’t want to say out loud that you probably don’t already know. ( there’s a very brief pause though. ) My mom had a cat back on our farm, named Goldie. She was chasing after a mouse once and a hawk swooped down and got her, but this was back when I was still figuring out how to use my abilities and Dad wasn’t around. I got—angry, and used my heat vision, and it. . ( got rid of the hawk, but also the cat. he swallows hard, avoids the water works. ) I promised I’d never kill anything again after that. But that’s the only secret bad thing I wouldn’t want people to know, I guess. Damian knows. Now so do you—and that’s fine.
( having secrets is something he absolutely abhors, but he understands the reasons behind them. sometimes to protect someone, you’ve got to keep them out of the loop. sometimes secrets hurt. sometimes they sting so bad, there’s nothing you can do to ever fix it. but jon—doesn’t have anything like that, not yet. and he definitely doesn’t want cissie to feel like she has to walk around on eggshells around her words. )