[ It takes a moment longer than it usually would for V to catch up with where he thinks this might be headed. And even then it's a few beats longer of his remembering K's reasoning behind not signing.
[Most people in Duplicity know K as someone who could be mistaken as timid, who is quiet, who is unassuming. He's content to stand back and hold his tongue, to be obedient, because he's not an officer here. He has no authority here at all, not even an illusion of it.
But that's what he was made for, and once he's made up his mind, he's plenty capable of being assertive.]
Find the contract. If you still want it, sign it and send it over.
[Sometimes things you want to be aren't simple like you'd want 'em.]
[ He'd been guessing at the direction of the conversation and still it takes him by surprise. A flutter of surprise shining through the gloom. It's a relief and that's been in short supply lately. A relief because K should never have been in jail.
Outwardly the corners of V's optics prick with tears he's still able to produce. They don't fall but he does have to drop his head for a moment to gingerly dab them away. ]
[If there was a chance K would back out before now, that completely evaporates the moment he sees that.
He reminds himself of V's voice that first day in the visitation room, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do 'n make the consequences as bearable as possible. These consequences are no longer bearable.
Time for a new limit, somehow, some way:]
Someone told me I should pick my battles alongside people who care about me and do what they can to have my back.
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So, when he speaks again, he sounds uncertain. ]
Uh, yeah. I didn't... it's here. Somewhere.
...why? Are you..?
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But that's what he was made for, and once he's made up his mind, he's plenty capable of being assertive.]
Find the contract. If you still want it, sign it and send it over.
[Sometimes things you want to be aren't simple like you'd want 'em.]
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Outwardly the corners of V's optics prick with tears he's still able to produce. They don't fall but he does have to drop his head for a moment to gingerly dab them away. ]
Yeah, I do want that. ...but do you?
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He reminds himself of V's voice that first day in the visitation room, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do 'n make the consequences as bearable as possible. These consequences are no longer bearable.
Time for a new limit, somehow, some way:]
Someone told me I should pick my battles alongside people who care about me and do what they can to have my back.
Same goes for you.