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What is something that your partner has done that has made you happy lately?
He ... doesn't look when I cry.
I know, I know, it doesn't sound like much. At all, really.
I hate crying. There are many ways I've grown to try to distance myself from girly things - for my work, for who I am. And crying is just another sign of weakness. I can't afford to be weak, not in a world where everybody's bigger than me, probably stronger than me, more savage than me. Tears are a signal that I have reached a point where pressure applied can break me, and I hate acknowledging that I have those.
But sometimes, I do cry. I hate admitting it, but it's true. I'm not made of ice, my heart's right where it should be, and sometimes it's stronger than even my will to keep my cool. Most of the time that happens when I'm alone, but sometimes it's not. And most people would try to comfort me or help me or make me stop. Something.
Harry doesn't. He looks away.
He looks away even if I'm leaning against him at the time, as I was when we were standing by Kincaid fighting for his life.
It makes me feel a little less vulnerable right when I'm most so. Maybe it's just that generally he's among the very, very few men - make that people, actually - who don't try to take advantage of me when they have an opening. Yeah, he'll fight me fair and square when he wants something. But not when I'm down and hurting. He's a gentleman like that.
Probably one can say he's not making me happy with that. Stow it. He makes me less unhappy, and that does mean an awful lot to me.
Muse: Karrin Murphy
Fandom: The Dresden Files
Word count: 288
He ... doesn't look when I cry.
I know, I know, it doesn't sound like much. At all, really.
I hate crying. There are many ways I've grown to try to distance myself from girly things - for my work, for who I am. And crying is just another sign of weakness. I can't afford to be weak, not in a world where everybody's bigger than me, probably stronger than me, more savage than me. Tears are a signal that I have reached a point where pressure applied can break me, and I hate acknowledging that I have those.
But sometimes, I do cry. I hate admitting it, but it's true. I'm not made of ice, my heart's right where it should be, and sometimes it's stronger than even my will to keep my cool. Most of the time that happens when I'm alone, but sometimes it's not. And most people would try to comfort me or help me or make me stop. Something.
Harry doesn't. He looks away.
He looks away even if I'm leaning against him at the time, as I was when we were standing by Kincaid fighting for his life.
It makes me feel a little less vulnerable right when I'm most so. Maybe it's just that generally he's among the very, very few men - make that people, actually - who don't try to take advantage of me when they have an opening. Yeah, he'll fight me fair and square when he wants something. But not when I'm down and hurting. He's a gentleman like that.
Probably one can say he's not making me happy with that. Stow it. He makes me less unhappy, and that does mean an awful lot to me.
Muse: Karrin Murphy
Fandom: The Dresden Files
Word count: 288
