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@ -112,7 +112,7 @@ She hesitated, simply letting the swing carry her for a few moments. ``I do not
Dry Grass nodded.
``So it took me a lot of getting used to.'' She hesitated, looked down to the gravel as she kicked a foot through it. ``I am a little ashamed to say that I backed off from her for a while when she did that. I took a lot of walks like this or went out to clubs on my own to\ldots well, to not be around her. I loved her even then, but it felt like too much. `Bee' is a compromise that felt on the edge of comfort at the time, though now it feels really good when she calls me that. She was so patient with me.'' Drawing her attention back to Dry Grass, she smiled, adding, ``She calls you `Ma 2.0', did you know that?''
``So it took me a lot of getting used to.'' She hesitated, looked down to the gravel as she kicked a foot through it. ``I am a little ashamed to say that I backed off from her for a while when she did that. I took a lot of walks like this or went out to clubs on my own to\ldots well, to not be around her. I loved her even then, but it felt like too much. `Bee' is a compromise that felt on the edge of comfort at the time, though now it feels really good when she calls me that. She was so patient with me.'' Drawing her attention back to Dry Grass, she smiled, adding, ``She calls you `Ma 2.0'; did you know that?''
Dry Grass blinked, then burst out in laughter, laughing until once more the tears flowed down her cheeks, until she sobbed, holding herself still on her swing with feet planted firmly on the ground.
@ -170,7 +170,7 @@ She pressed those emotions down and instead lingered on love. She lingered on he
Once A Finger Pointing was settled at home and Motes had been checked on, once the message had been sent to Hammered Silver and they had eaten and settled down on the couch for the night to rest, to at least pretend to work, only then, did Beholden very carefully open the jarred emotions from earlier, delicately withdrawing them one by one and laying them out before herself in her mind. She did not touch them, hot as they were. She used tweezers or tongs or perhaps chopsticks to lift them free, nudge them to lay flat that she might read deeper into them.
And then, exhausted by day, by the last few days, by worry over her Dot, her \emph{dóttir}, by worry over her boss—``not your boss'' the common refrain—she just as carefully replaced all of those emotions, still unprocessed, into their container and once more sealed it tight.
And then, exhausted by the day, by the last few days, by worry over her Dot, her \emph{dóttir}, by worry over her boss—``not your boss'' the common refrain—she just as carefully replaced all of those emotions, still unprocessed, into their container and once more sealed it tight.
She could not do it, could not push her way into engaging with these feelings, these emotions. Not yet. Not tonight.