as_damaged: (//as a matter of fact)
Allison Cameron ([personal profile] as_damaged) wrote 2009-08-04 06:14 am (UTC)

if you moved a million miles away / I'd still visit you every day

"I wasn't planning on writing out a schedule." The loose shrug cuts the sting of the sarcasm. Cameron is a little nervous, now that it's been said; she crosses her arms, shifting a little as she does so.

If she regrets anything, it's only losing control of the situation. That first time-- it had its downsides, and in retrospect she wishes she hadn't been stoned. It was freeing, though; she had liked that, to her surprise-- the abandonment of rationality, of inhibitions. But coming down had been awful, sickening and shaming. Not something she wanted to remember. Not something she wanted him to remember.

That same sense of freedom, though, had played no small part in their subsequent arrangement. It had gotten as out of hand as a drug could-- stealing time when they should have been working, endangering lives they were supposed to save just for the rush of spontaneity. But (she reminds herself, out of habit;) Chase doesn't know. Which means she can be more careful, and maybe keep the balance.

His question gives her a moment's pause, though, and Cameron raises an eyebrow-- leaning more heavily on the counter, and with that shift, moving away a bit. "What do you mean by that?"

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