[It's a solid ten seconds before he realizes that the reason his face aches is because he's started to smile, unpolished and lopsided and disbelieving, and he doesn't quite remember when that happened.]
You told me something you won't do. Tell me something you're going to.
[And the uncertainty still tugs at him, that twisting feeling of almost-wrongness that comes of pushing back against everything he's been taught to be, but Tseng said to trust him even with that, especially with that, and he does.]
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[It's a solid ten seconds before he realizes that the reason his face aches is because he's started to smile, unpolished and lopsided and disbelieving, and he doesn't quite remember when that happened.]
You told me something you won't do. Tell me something you're going to.
[And the uncertainty still tugs at him, that twisting feeling of almost-wrongness that comes of pushing back against everything he's been taught to be, but Tseng said to trust him even with that, especially with that, and he does.]
Please. I want to think about it until then.