[ head lowered he listens, finding himself unable to meet nureyev's eyes through most of it. he expects more than the words he gets, more anger, resentment... but nureyev hasn't shown him any of that (and why not? he deserves it, doesn't it? anger and resentment, being berated.) he isn't gentle with him so much as he's... real. really real. and halfway through, he looks up.
yeah that's right. he is selfish. he presses his lips together, mind caught up back in the throes of that one night - martian dawn creeping over the sheets and the idea of some grander future spread out wide like a buffet. and it makes juno sick to think about so much laid out in front of him, offered to him so brazenly. he doesn't want to admit he's scared of it. because that's silly. scared of a good thing?
no, he just doesn't deserve it.
he bites the inside of his cheek hard as nureyev says that one word that sounds so goddamn magical from his lips.
future. ]
Nureyev...
[ is all he manages, and he can't keep his voice from faltering a little, unsure.
you can always back out, it says. i'm not worth it, it says. ]
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yeah that's right. he is selfish. he presses his lips together, mind caught up back in the throes of that one night - martian dawn creeping over the sheets and the idea of some grander future spread out wide like a buffet. and it makes juno sick to think about so much laid out in front of him, offered to him so brazenly. he doesn't want to admit he's scared of it. because that's silly. scared of a good thing?
no, he just doesn't deserve it.
he bites the inside of his cheek hard as nureyev says that one word that sounds so goddamn magical from his lips.
future. ]
Nureyev...
[ is all he manages, and he can't keep his voice from faltering a little, unsure.
you can always back out, it says. i'm not worth it, it says. ]
You really sure about that?
[ you too, it says. ]