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[foolmetwice]

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[fullbodied]

Is that why you're so worried?

[she looks at their hands, and then back up his face, searching. there's a tangle of curiosity and reassurance.]

That you might be saying you're more okay with... well... All of the romance stuff than you actually are...?

[foolmetwice]

I--

[gives her a sort of. . . perplexed look]

Yes. No? I don't know?

[he wishes he had an actual answer for her, but he just looks a little helpless instead]

[fullbodied]

Hehe. Well, That doesn’t seem very asshole-ish of you. To admit that you’re not sure. Because I’m not either.

Prim’s really encouraging but... I guess part of me wonders how they always keep that desire to be someone’s most important person in check. And maybe I should be the one feeling that more...

I don’t know. It’s weird. To think about giving so much of yourself to so many different people.

[foolmetwice]

[for a moment, he looks honestly surprised that she manages to put it into words so well, and in such a way that really resonates with him]

I-- . . . yeah. It's. . . like that. Exactly like that.

[a pause]

How do they keep the desire to have someone be theirs and only theirs at bay, too. . .? It's-- [mmmm]

[. . .]

I don't know.

[fullbodied]

[she squeezes his hand, and there’s reassurance, and maybe a little amusement, though that does get followed by a touch of melancholy as she finishes her thought.]

I don’t know. It’s like... I guess... a skill we never learned.

But... it has to hurt, in a place where we’re often actually asked to prioritize who we want to save...

[a pause]

It’s not fair.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . thunks his head against her shoulder]

Yeah. But that's unfair no matter what the status of your relationship with someone. Dating, fucking, friends, family, enemies-- it doesn't matter.

It's stupid all around.

[fullbodied]

Mm...

Hey Mars... can I ask you a question...?

[she reaches up to stroke his hair softly]

[foolmetwice]

[doesn't lift his head and instead responds in a mutter]

. . . yeah?

[fullbodied]

... Are you worried that we'll always pick Joker over you...?

[foolmetwice]

What? I--

[. . .]

. . . no. That's not a great way to say it. I'm not worried you guys will pick Joker over me.

[. . .]

But he is "yours." And I'm-- [. . .]

I'm not.

[fullbodied]

Mm. You're right, that wasn't a great way to say it.

But...

I don't know. I feel like you're as much mine as he is. If that even makes sense?

[foolmetwice]

[. . . ah. . .]

[blinks a few times, but he shouldn't be surprised. . . after all, hadn't Prim and Fox said the same thing? even so. . .]

Do-- do you?

[fullbodied]

Yeah. Ever since I've been here, you've been here too, right? You're Mars, and he's Joker. You're both mine.

[foolmetwice]

. . .

[and suddenly, he brushes his hands against her cheeks to pull her forward, to thunk his forehead against hers, as his breath hitches in his throat]

Then-- [he's a bit. . . firm when he says that. perhaps a bit pleading]

Can you be mine, too?

[so much for not making any promises, huh?]

[fullbodied]

[she reaches up and runs her thumb lightly across his cheek.]

Okay.

It's only fair, isn't it? If you're mine, I can be yours.

With whatever all that entails... right?

[foolmetwice]

. . . yeah.

[what is he asking. even Mars doesn't know. but if North gets it, then. . . he refuses to quantify it any further]

Whatever that entails.