August 24, 2012
Though he was just laughing a moment before, as soon as he's outside, he sobers up pretty quickly -- it isn't standoffish, his demeanor -- it's surprisingly open, really -- but he knows it's not going to be a light conversation. He doesn't move far from the door, just a handful of paces down from it. "So," he starts, and really can't think of what else to say. Glances at her, then gulps down most of his beer. He'd probably taken it with him for the distraction value more than the wanting-to-get-tipsy effect. "It doesn't ... Nevermind." And now he's laughing, though it's fleeting, unamused, born from tension, and he's hiding half of his face with one hand briefly. "Just go ahead."
She wasn't laughing. Following him out she set the extra beers in hand on the ground beside the door. Always be prepared. Jackie was like a drunken girl scout. She sipped at her beer, brows rising and falling when he began to say something and stopped. "It doesn't...?" Trying to urge him on to finish his thoughts. "I don't exactly know where tah start. I jus'... it ain't easy fer me tah jus' blow things off like it is fer you. And I know it ain't fair tah yah 'cause the thangs that happen ain't yer doin'... but I can't exactly wrap mah head 'round that. 'Cause when I hear the name Lyla all I can think 'bout is it bein' you wakin' up in bed with her. I can't sit there and be all sortsa logical 'bout it." Lips pursed tightly, trying to figure out how to explain before deciding to go with the simple approach. "It hurts me."
Ben takes a deep breath, lets it out in a slow sigh, leaning up against one of the alleyway walls, hands in his jacket pockets. He's not looking at her -- it's difficult to. "Yeah. I know it must be difficult. And I know ... it wasn't fair for me to expect you to just ... ignore it. Because you're right; I've had a lot of time to figure out how to deal with this, and for me, the only way to get by is to ignore it." Worrying his lower lip between his teeth for a few seconds, before, "I'm sorry it hurts you. It's not like I want to be waking up in bed with her," or other women, one night stands. "It bothers me too when that happens. A lot." He's frowning some, and when he shakes his head, it only fades a little. "I am sorry that it hurts you," the repetition is quieter. "I'm sorry you're feeling that way -- over me."
Jackie takes up her own lean against the wall beside the door. One ankle crossing over the other, the bottle of beer dangling at her side between her fingers. "I wish I could ignore it. I wish I could make that distinction, 'cause I know it ain't what yah want tah have happen." She had to pause, wincing at the word 'a lot'. "I know it ain't somethin' on purpose. I..." She took a deep breath followed by a slow exhale. "Goddamn, I might just sound like a downright nut, but I jus' gotta lay it out there. I like yah, Ben. I don't think that's mucha secret or nothin'. I like hangin' 'round you an' drinkin' an' alla that. I don't know exactly how yah feel 'bout me. I don't know where this is goin'. We already got strikes against us, but this one is big. An'... I feel like if I let m'self go any further when it comes tah bein' soft on you, I'm jus' askin' for trouble." She was squeezing her eyes shut, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "I ain't makin' a licka sense an' I might even jus' be jumpin' ten guns at once, but... I jus' don't know." The ramble was ended flattly and it was the most concise thing she had to say. She didn't know.
"No, it, uh ... it makes sense. A lot of sense." Idly, he's starting to pick at the label on his beer bottle. Gives him something to look at that isn't her. "I was thinking the same thing, that ... you know, that we both ..." Another vague gesture -- she knew what he was getting at, right? Whatever they were, wanted to be. "And I kind of ... I mean, I'm almost glad this happened the way it did, because what if we started ... you know, seeing each other, and then you found this out?" Glances at Jackie just out of the corner of his eye, but the look doesn't last. "It's a really big strike, I know," rather subdued. "And it's probably better if you don't let yourself go any further. For your sake. You'll be setting yourself up for a lot of heartbreak, otherwise, I think." Very decidedly not looking at her now, though he's lost interest in his label too, just focussed on the wall across from him.
Was it wrong that she almost wanted him to be able to tell her she was all wrong? That the way she saw things weren't even close to being right? No, it wasn't the case. She had too much time to roll this over in her head and, unfortunately, she knew it was the most sensible thought she had for herself in a long while. It didn't mean she enjoyed it. Her back slid against the brick wall behind her so she ended in a crouch, arms folding over her knees with her gaze pointed down at the ground. "Ain't that a downright kick in the a*s?" There was a sharp dry laugh, there and gone. "Better tah stop doin' whatever we're doin' 'cause me carin' is goin' to end in heartbreak. We were facin' down age like it wasn't no thang. Divorces. You playin' Dukes of Hazzard with mah brother. An' then it was that one last knife done slipped between the ribs." Her chin settled on folded arms. "I jus' don't want yah tah think it's easy fer me, Ben. It ain't. But you don't want that. Y'don't wanna have tah worry 'bout me bein' hurt in addition tah everythin' else yah got goin' on. That ain't fair tah yah. An'... I guess I'm jus' sorry fer bringin' more trouble yer way than yah already got goin' on."
"Yeah, it really is," but he's not laughing; his voice is near a murmur. "Jackie, I know it's not easy for you. Come on. I know you must really care a lot to even be talking with me after knowing what you know, let alone ... you know. Dinner plans, and ... everything." Since she's sitting and not looking at him, he takes the opportunity to study her for a moment -- but then he's closing the distance between them, sinking down beside her with his back against the wall. "And it's going to suck, still seeing you around, but knowing that we can't ..." Trailing off, sighing. "I envy you, if you really can just not let yourself ... whatever. If you can just stop it." Feeling. "Because that's going to suck too, once you start seeing some other guy." He doesn't sound jealous though, or bitter -- just quiet, and when he goes on, the look on his face is a little wistful, bittersweet. "Don't be sorry. It was nice while it lasted."
"I thought it could still work. I thought, somehow, it wasn't goin' to get at me none. It ain't even that it happens, it's jus'... I don' think you would ever really be mine, jus' mine, an' I ain't able tah handle that. Not mah heart, mah head, or... well... any poor girl who happened tah be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Did she really have to point out how badly she wanted to clock poor Lyla when the girl was, oddly, just as innocent in the matter as she was? She didn't want to, but she was sure he could figure it out.
Jackie was aware that he was sitting beside her now, but she kept her gaze pointed down at the ground allowing blonde locks to create a curtain of sorts around her head. The only give away was when she lifted her hand to briefly rub under her eyes before letting it sink back down again. "Ain't gonna be any easier seein' you. I don't know what yer gettin' in yer head, but it ain't like this is jus' gonna stop fer me. I don't know what I'm hopin' fer. I think I'm pretty much jus' bankin' on bein' f*cked no matter what I do. But I ain't gonna drag you 'long with me. Maybe it'll be better without me? You can start focusin' like yah started talkin' 'bout before. Figure things out tah get back home." It was supposed to be something positive, but it only made her heart ache more. "It was real nice, Ben." Agreeing without hesitation.
If she hadn't swiped under her eyes, he might have been able to keep his hands to himself, but seeing that -- he couldn't help it; he's moving to cautiously put one arm around Jackie's shoulders. It's meant to encourage her to lean into him, but if she doesn't seem like she's about to -- or, hell, if she outright pushes him away -- he'll understand, let go.
"It's going to take years. If it ever happens at all." Does he sound a little choked up there? If he does, it passes quickly, whatever hint of waver in his voice gone when he goes on. "I don't blame you for that -- not being able to handle it. I understand." And he did. It's why, from only a few moments after that first day they'd texted almost all day, he's considered having this exact conversation with her before it got too late (though maybe it already was). "Try not to feel too bad. You know what you're avoiding by not getting into this. It wouldn't be any good for you, right? You said it yourself; you wouldn't be able to handle it, me not being just yours."
There was the smallest of pauses when his arm was around her shoulder, but then she was easing herself against him. Her head turned to press against his shoulder, sitting in the quiet calm while she listened to him. When he spoke of home and there was that choked moment, she lifted her hand to reach for his. Taking it to offer her own squeeze of comfort for him. "Gotta stay positive, Ben." What a stupid thing to say in the middle of all this. She was making an effort, but even she had to wince the moment the words left her lips. There was a deep inhale followed by a slow shuddering exhale. Her face tucked further against him, letting the blonde locks practically blanket her face. She didn't like anyone seeing her like this. "I can work it out in mah head an' say the words all I want, darlin'. Don't mean it's gonna make it hurt less. Don't mean I'm not already hatin' m'self for it. But... somethin' had tah give I guess." The pad of her thumb brushed over his knuckles. No, it wasn't helping, but mentally she was demanding her one last moment for something she ached so much over even if it barely ever got off the ground.
There was actually something really sweet about that, her saying something so simple and, yes, sort of stupid under the circumstances. Ben doesn't find it trite or ill-timed; it actually gets him to smile a little, even though Jackie wouldn't see it. When she goes on, he sighs, "Yeah, I know. I can talk all I want -- doesn't change a thing." Falling silent for a moment. He must have been of a similar mind, because he's idly, and a little bit clumsily, twining his fingers with hers, tilting his head so his cheek is pressed to her hair. Only a moment. And f*ck if he was ever going to let himself get anywhere close to feeling this way about anyone ever again. "You should probably go back in," voice low, "or else your brother's going to worry."
There was no use in echoing the words. They had said everything that needed to be said. Even more than that, unfortunately. She laced her fingers within his and gave one last squeeze before going still within his grasp. The longed for moment ticked on and it was his next low urging that pulled her back to the gut wrenching present. "I can't see 'im like this. He'll know somethin' is wrong with me before I even get in the door. I'm jus' gonna head on home an' I'll drop him a text on the way. I promise yah won't be gettin' no stink eye tomorrow." She lifted her head and leaned away from him only slightly. Her free hand rose to brush blonde locks out of her face and tuck them behind her ears, but the other hand still lingered within his.
"Thanks, I appreciate that. He's bad enough without thinking ... whatever he's probably thinking." Trying to move the conversation back to something light as she pulls away -- but she doesn't go far, and of course, he makes eye contact with her, and of course, that would be his heart in his throat right then, wouldn't it? And of course, he almost leans in to kiss her -- almost, almost, but the self-control has got to start now -- and too late, after it's obvious what he was about to do, the momentum shifts, he turns it into a sort of hug (with one arm, because he hasn't let go of her hand either), his cheek brushing hers, just barely. "This sucks, it really, really sucks." He's almost laughing, something close to it, at the sheer unfairness of the situation, the utter mess this is. Making to get to his feet then unless she stopped him, and there -- he can use that hold on her hand to help her to her feet too, and then it's more natural to let go, isn't it?
"He's the least of our troubles." She realized too late he was trying to help move onto something else. The bitter words had already left her mouth before she could stop them, but she didn't press. An attempt to let them float and drift off between them. Besides, any sort of sensible thought came to a screeching halt when there was that moment of will he? won't he? please don't. stop. please don't stop. It ended with a hug, but she savored the feel of his skin to hers. "Tell me somethin' I don't know." The soft reply. She couldn't muster any humor into her flat tone. Using his grasp she rose to her feet as well. She didn't want to get up, but if she stopped him now it would backtrack on everything they had just discussed and accomplished. Could you call it an accomplishment even if it was so horrible? Her fingers slowly uncurled from his, waiting for him to follow suit even if it was obvious it was the last thing she wanted to do right now. "I should go. You should, too. You got another long day tomorrow an' that case ain't be treatin' yah kind at all. Yah need sleep."
He lets go, just about as reluctantly. There's some hesitation, but he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets where it's safer. At the last thing she says, he's laughing again -- sort of; it's a quiet, dry, short-lived thing. "Yeah, I do. I don't think I'm getting any tonight though. You probably aren't either." The smile he gives her is a little bit wry, a little bit sad. Still a little bit lopsided. "Goodnight, Jackie." He's taking one step back from her, two, toward the mouth of the alleyway. "Be safe getting home." There were dozens of other things he wanted to say, none of them wise -- but he bites his tongue, gives her one last fleeting, faded smile, and turns to head down the alley to the street.
Her hands found her pockets as well. Safer. "I ain't. Not at all." There were no jokes. No attempts to cover anything up. No bending the truth. It was all out on the table now, might as well continue. "Goodnight, Ben." She watched him all the while. Lost, sad, broken. It was all on her face. Finally, for his sake, she tried her hand at one weak smile. She managed to keep it there until he turned his back. "Be safe." She waited there in still silence, allowing the sound of his footsteps to fade off before she followed along. Out of the alleyway and homeward bound, bootsteps thumping just as heavy as her heart currently was.
Though he was just laughing a moment before, as soon as he's outside, he sobers up pretty quickly -- it isn't standoffish, his demeanor -- it's surprisingly open, really -- but he knows it's not going to be a light conversation. He doesn't move far from the door, just a handful of paces down from it. "So," he starts, and really can't think of what else to say. Glances at her, then gulps down most of his beer. He'd probably taken it with him for the distraction value more than the wanting-to-get-tipsy effect. "It doesn't ... Nevermind." And now he's laughing, though it's fleeting, unamused, born from tension, and he's hiding half of his face with one hand briefly. "Just go ahead."
She wasn't laughing. Following him out she set the extra beers in hand on the ground beside the door. Always be prepared. Jackie was like a drunken girl scout. She sipped at her beer, brows rising and falling when he began to say something and stopped. "It doesn't...?" Trying to urge him on to finish his thoughts. "I don't exactly know where tah start. I jus'... it ain't easy fer me tah jus' blow things off like it is fer you. And I know it ain't fair tah yah 'cause the thangs that happen ain't yer doin'... but I can't exactly wrap mah head 'round that. 'Cause when I hear the name Lyla all I can think 'bout is it bein' you wakin' up in bed with her. I can't sit there and be all sortsa logical 'bout it." Lips pursed tightly, trying to figure out how to explain before deciding to go with the simple approach. "It hurts me."
Ben takes a deep breath, lets it out in a slow sigh, leaning up against one of the alleyway walls, hands in his jacket pockets. He's not looking at her -- it's difficult to. "Yeah. I know it must be difficult. And I know ... it wasn't fair for me to expect you to just ... ignore it. Because you're right; I've had a lot of time to figure out how to deal with this, and for me, the only way to get by is to ignore it." Worrying his lower lip between his teeth for a few seconds, before, "I'm sorry it hurts you. It's not like I want to be waking up in bed with her," or other women, one night stands. "It bothers me too when that happens. A lot." He's frowning some, and when he shakes his head, it only fades a little. "I am sorry that it hurts you," the repetition is quieter. "I'm sorry you're feeling that way -- over me."
Jackie takes up her own lean against the wall beside the door. One ankle crossing over the other, the bottle of beer dangling at her side between her fingers. "I wish I could ignore it. I wish I could make that distinction, 'cause I know it ain't what yah want tah have happen." She had to pause, wincing at the word 'a lot'. "I know it ain't somethin' on purpose. I..." She took a deep breath followed by a slow exhale. "Goddamn, I might just sound like a downright nut, but I jus' gotta lay it out there. I like yah, Ben. I don't think that's mucha secret or nothin'. I like hangin' 'round you an' drinkin' an' alla that. I don't know exactly how yah feel 'bout me. I don't know where this is goin'. We already got strikes against us, but this one is big. An'... I feel like if I let m'self go any further when it comes tah bein' soft on you, I'm jus' askin' for trouble." She was squeezing her eyes shut, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "I ain't makin' a licka sense an' I might even jus' be jumpin' ten guns at once, but... I jus' don't know." The ramble was ended flattly and it was the most concise thing she had to say. She didn't know.
"No, it, uh ... it makes sense. A lot of sense." Idly, he's starting to pick at the label on his beer bottle. Gives him something to look at that isn't her. "I was thinking the same thing, that ... you know, that we both ..." Another vague gesture -- she knew what he was getting at, right? Whatever they were, wanted to be. "And I kind of ... I mean, I'm almost glad this happened the way it did, because what if we started ... you know, seeing each other, and then you found this out?" Glances at Jackie just out of the corner of his eye, but the look doesn't last. "It's a really big strike, I know," rather subdued. "And it's probably better if you don't let yourself go any further. For your sake. You'll be setting yourself up for a lot of heartbreak, otherwise, I think." Very decidedly not looking at her now, though he's lost interest in his label too, just focussed on the wall across from him.
Was it wrong that she almost wanted him to be able to tell her she was all wrong? That the way she saw things weren't even close to being right? No, it wasn't the case. She had too much time to roll this over in her head and, unfortunately, she knew it was the most sensible thought she had for herself in a long while. It didn't mean she enjoyed it. Her back slid against the brick wall behind her so she ended in a crouch, arms folding over her knees with her gaze pointed down at the ground. "Ain't that a downright kick in the a*s?" There was a sharp dry laugh, there and gone. "Better tah stop doin' whatever we're doin' 'cause me carin' is goin' to end in heartbreak. We were facin' down age like it wasn't no thang. Divorces. You playin' Dukes of Hazzard with mah brother. An' then it was that one last knife done slipped between the ribs." Her chin settled on folded arms. "I jus' don't want yah tah think it's easy fer me, Ben. It ain't. But you don't want that. Y'don't wanna have tah worry 'bout me bein' hurt in addition tah everythin' else yah got goin' on. That ain't fair tah yah. An'... I guess I'm jus' sorry fer bringin' more trouble yer way than yah already got goin' on."
"Yeah, it really is," but he's not laughing; his voice is near a murmur. "Jackie, I know it's not easy for you. Come on. I know you must really care a lot to even be talking with me after knowing what you know, let alone ... you know. Dinner plans, and ... everything." Since she's sitting and not looking at him, he takes the opportunity to study her for a moment -- but then he's closing the distance between them, sinking down beside her with his back against the wall. "And it's going to suck, still seeing you around, but knowing that we can't ..." Trailing off, sighing. "I envy you, if you really can just not let yourself ... whatever. If you can just stop it." Feeling. "Because that's going to suck too, once you start seeing some other guy." He doesn't sound jealous though, or bitter -- just quiet, and when he goes on, the look on his face is a little wistful, bittersweet. "Don't be sorry. It was nice while it lasted."
"I thought it could still work. I thought, somehow, it wasn't goin' to get at me none. It ain't even that it happens, it's jus'... I don' think you would ever really be mine, jus' mine, an' I ain't able tah handle that. Not mah heart, mah head, or... well... any poor girl who happened tah be in the wrong place at the wrong time." Did she really have to point out how badly she wanted to clock poor Lyla when the girl was, oddly, just as innocent in the matter as she was? She didn't want to, but she was sure he could figure it out.
Jackie was aware that he was sitting beside her now, but she kept her gaze pointed down at the ground allowing blonde locks to create a curtain of sorts around her head. The only give away was when she lifted her hand to briefly rub under her eyes before letting it sink back down again. "Ain't gonna be any easier seein' you. I don't know what yer gettin' in yer head, but it ain't like this is jus' gonna stop fer me. I don't know what I'm hopin' fer. I think I'm pretty much jus' bankin' on bein' f*cked no matter what I do. But I ain't gonna drag you 'long with me. Maybe it'll be better without me? You can start focusin' like yah started talkin' 'bout before. Figure things out tah get back home." It was supposed to be something positive, but it only made her heart ache more. "It was real nice, Ben." Agreeing without hesitation.
If she hadn't swiped under her eyes, he might have been able to keep his hands to himself, but seeing that -- he couldn't help it; he's moving to cautiously put one arm around Jackie's shoulders. It's meant to encourage her to lean into him, but if she doesn't seem like she's about to -- or, hell, if she outright pushes him away -- he'll understand, let go.
"It's going to take years. If it ever happens at all." Does he sound a little choked up there? If he does, it passes quickly, whatever hint of waver in his voice gone when he goes on. "I don't blame you for that -- not being able to handle it. I understand." And he did. It's why, from only a few moments after that first day they'd texted almost all day, he's considered having this exact conversation with her before it got too late (though maybe it already was). "Try not to feel too bad. You know what you're avoiding by not getting into this. It wouldn't be any good for you, right? You said it yourself; you wouldn't be able to handle it, me not being just yours."
There was the smallest of pauses when his arm was around her shoulder, but then she was easing herself against him. Her head turned to press against his shoulder, sitting in the quiet calm while she listened to him. When he spoke of home and there was that choked moment, she lifted her hand to reach for his. Taking it to offer her own squeeze of comfort for him. "Gotta stay positive, Ben." What a stupid thing to say in the middle of all this. She was making an effort, but even she had to wince the moment the words left her lips. There was a deep inhale followed by a slow shuddering exhale. Her face tucked further against him, letting the blonde locks practically blanket her face. She didn't like anyone seeing her like this. "I can work it out in mah head an' say the words all I want, darlin'. Don't mean it's gonna make it hurt less. Don't mean I'm not already hatin' m'self for it. But... somethin' had tah give I guess." The pad of her thumb brushed over his knuckles. No, it wasn't helping, but mentally she was demanding her one last moment for something she ached so much over even if it barely ever got off the ground.
There was actually something really sweet about that, her saying something so simple and, yes, sort of stupid under the circumstances. Ben doesn't find it trite or ill-timed; it actually gets him to smile a little, even though Jackie wouldn't see it. When she goes on, he sighs, "Yeah, I know. I can talk all I want -- doesn't change a thing." Falling silent for a moment. He must have been of a similar mind, because he's idly, and a little bit clumsily, twining his fingers with hers, tilting his head so his cheek is pressed to her hair. Only a moment. And f*ck if he was ever going to let himself get anywhere close to feeling this way about anyone ever again. "You should probably go back in," voice low, "or else your brother's going to worry."
There was no use in echoing the words. They had said everything that needed to be said. Even more than that, unfortunately. She laced her fingers within his and gave one last squeeze before going still within his grasp. The longed for moment ticked on and it was his next low urging that pulled her back to the gut wrenching present. "I can't see 'im like this. He'll know somethin' is wrong with me before I even get in the door. I'm jus' gonna head on home an' I'll drop him a text on the way. I promise yah won't be gettin' no stink eye tomorrow." She lifted her head and leaned away from him only slightly. Her free hand rose to brush blonde locks out of her face and tuck them behind her ears, but the other hand still lingered within his.
"Thanks, I appreciate that. He's bad enough without thinking ... whatever he's probably thinking." Trying to move the conversation back to something light as she pulls away -- but she doesn't go far, and of course, he makes eye contact with her, and of course, that would be his heart in his throat right then, wouldn't it? And of course, he almost leans in to kiss her -- almost, almost, but the self-control has got to start now -- and too late, after it's obvious what he was about to do, the momentum shifts, he turns it into a sort of hug (with one arm, because he hasn't let go of her hand either), his cheek brushing hers, just barely. "This sucks, it really, really sucks." He's almost laughing, something close to it, at the sheer unfairness of the situation, the utter mess this is. Making to get to his feet then unless she stopped him, and there -- he can use that hold on her hand to help her to her feet too, and then it's more natural to let go, isn't it?
"He's the least of our troubles." She realized too late he was trying to help move onto something else. The bitter words had already left her mouth before she could stop them, but she didn't press. An attempt to let them float and drift off between them. Besides, any sort of sensible thought came to a screeching halt when there was that moment of will he? won't he? please don't. stop. please don't stop. It ended with a hug, but she savored the feel of his skin to hers. "Tell me somethin' I don't know." The soft reply. She couldn't muster any humor into her flat tone. Using his grasp she rose to her feet as well. She didn't want to get up, but if she stopped him now it would backtrack on everything they had just discussed and accomplished. Could you call it an accomplishment even if it was so horrible? Her fingers slowly uncurled from his, waiting for him to follow suit even if it was obvious it was the last thing she wanted to do right now. "I should go. You should, too. You got another long day tomorrow an' that case ain't be treatin' yah kind at all. Yah need sleep."
He lets go, just about as reluctantly. There's some hesitation, but he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets where it's safer. At the last thing she says, he's laughing again -- sort of; it's a quiet, dry, short-lived thing. "Yeah, I do. I don't think I'm getting any tonight though. You probably aren't either." The smile he gives her is a little bit wry, a little bit sad. Still a little bit lopsided. "Goodnight, Jackie." He's taking one step back from her, two, toward the mouth of the alleyway. "Be safe getting home." There were dozens of other things he wanted to say, none of them wise -- but he bites his tongue, gives her one last fleeting, faded smile, and turns to head down the alley to the street.
Her hands found her pockets as well. Safer. "I ain't. Not at all." There were no jokes. No attempts to cover anything up. No bending the truth. It was all out on the table now, might as well continue. "Goodnight, Ben." She watched him all the while. Lost, sad, broken. It was all on her face. Finally, for his sake, she tried her hand at one weak smile. She managed to keep it there until he turned his back. "Be safe." She waited there in still silence, allowing the sound of his footsteps to fade off before she followed along. Out of the alleyway and homeward bound, bootsteps thumping just as heavy as her heart currently was.