“Ahhh,” Natasha said, nodding her understanding at Joan’s further description of her roommate. Natasha was guilty of acting like a five year old herself at times, though that tended to be more playfully petulant behavior with someone she knew would indulge her, like Clint. It was a side of herself she’d only recently tapped into, both the urge to be clingy with someone and the enjoyment of actually doing so, and she wondered how hard that habit would be to break when something inevitably lured herself and Clint back to the real world.
“Well,” she said, “on the romance front I think I can understand where your roommate is coming from. I think I kind of fall in that vacuum too, sometimes, with work. It becomes just easier to relate to those that are living the same things that you are, especially when you’re a person that has trouble relating emotionally anyway.” She smiled at Joan. “I guess I’m just saying, as a fellow emotional weirdo I can see why he’s so attached to you, but I’m also sure he’ll get over it because he loves and respects you so much. I mean, he doesn’t want to lose you entirely, right? And he’ll eventually realize that by being a clingy sort he’ll push you away, rather than draw you in closer. Hopefully, anyway.”
She listened as Joan described one of her exes, attempting to imagine a woman like Joan falling in love with an addict. It made little sense but was somehow easy to understand, she decided after a moment. Joan was a brilliant and loving woman, and it was obvious not only by her words then, but the sort of work she did overall that she had faith and optimism when it came to the human spirit. That was something Natasha had found lacking in herself on more than one occasion, and it was something that made Joan very attractive to her.
“One of them, the ex I spoke of, his issues aren’t anything he can help,” she said. “It’s complicated, but he’s been sort of a prisoner of war for a very long time. Lots of conditioning and brainwashing. He’s away from it all now and he’s finding himself, and I have to keep reminding myself that he doesn’t remember everything about what happened between us and that it isn’t fair to push feelings or needs or anything like that on him. It’s just a connection, you know? Whenever we’re around each other it’s like this draw, and it’s hard to not react to. The other one, well, he can help himself to a certain extent, and he has. He’s got a terrible history with me, but when I came here he’d come from a timeline before he’d done any of those awful things, and he’s changed himself. He’s just the sort of guy I usually fall for despite myself, and I’m stupidly attracted to him. It isn’t helpful.”
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Date: 2015-04-11 12:40 am (UTC)“Well,” she said, “on the romance front I think I can understand where your roommate is coming from. I think I kind of fall in that vacuum too, sometimes, with work. It becomes just easier to relate to those that are living the same things that you are, especially when you’re a person that has trouble relating emotionally anyway.” She smiled at Joan. “I guess I’m just saying, as a fellow emotional weirdo I can see why he’s so attached to you, but I’m also sure he’ll get over it because he loves and respects you so much. I mean, he doesn’t want to lose you entirely, right? And he’ll eventually realize that by being a clingy sort he’ll push you away, rather than draw you in closer. Hopefully, anyway.”
She listened as Joan described one of her exes, attempting to imagine a woman like Joan falling in love with an addict. It made little sense but was somehow easy to understand, she decided after a moment. Joan was a brilliant and loving woman, and it was obvious not only by her words then, but the sort of work she did overall that she had faith and optimism when it came to the human spirit. That was something Natasha had found lacking in herself on more than one occasion, and it was something that made Joan very attractive to her.
“One of them, the ex I spoke of, his issues aren’t anything he can help,” she said. “It’s complicated, but he’s been sort of a prisoner of war for a very long time. Lots of conditioning and brainwashing. He’s away from it all now and he’s finding himself, and I have to keep reminding myself that he doesn’t remember everything about what happened between us and that it isn’t fair to push feelings or needs or anything like that on him. It’s just a connection, you know? Whenever we’re around each other it’s like this draw, and it’s hard to not react to. The other one, well, he can help himself to a certain extent, and he has. He’s got a terrible history with me, but when I came here he’d come from a timeline before he’d done any of those awful things, and he’s changed himself. He’s just the sort of guy I usually fall for despite myself, and I’m stupidly attracted to him. It isn’t helpful.”