[Fatima looks up at him with an open expression. She doesn't want him to think she's unhappy. Far from it. She's incredibly happy.
Just...puzzled.
Her fingers continue to shiver through his hair as she begins, haltingly and unsure.]
The...the first boy that I ever liked, I mean, really, really liked--Jamie Goldstein--we went out once. He asked me because he wanted to annoy his mother and I said yes because I wanted to do something that was...normal.
And it was...it was good. Great actually. Kiss on the front step of my house and everything. But then, when we were talking, he made some stupid joke about vampires. I don't even remember what it was. And I decided, right then, that we couldn't go out any more. Because he couldn't handle the world I was from, if he knew what it was like.
[She's never said anything like this. Not to Sam, not even to her friends and family back home. And not to herself. Not in so many words.]
There were other boys and other first dates. And other excuses. One was too lame and one was too good for me and one liked the band Asia too much and one was too attached to his ex. I think I perfected the art of excuses.
[Her palm slides down, cupping his cheek. And she just stares at him for a second.]
And I don't want to make excuses with you. The gods know there are plenty...
[Different worlds, hunter and a "monster," the complications of Haven, Dean...]
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Just...puzzled.
Her fingers continue to shiver through his hair as she begins, haltingly and unsure.]
The...the first boy that I ever liked, I mean, really, really liked--Jamie Goldstein--we went out once. He asked me because he wanted to annoy his mother and I said yes because I wanted to do something that was...normal.
And it was...it was good. Great actually. Kiss on the front step of my house and everything. But then, when we were talking, he made some stupid joke about vampires. I don't even remember what it was. And I decided, right then, that we couldn't go out any more. Because he couldn't handle the world I was from, if he knew what it was like.
[She's never said anything like this. Not to Sam, not even to her friends and family back home. And not to herself. Not in so many words.]
There were other boys and other first dates. And other excuses. One was too lame and one was too good for me and one liked the band Asia too much and one was too attached to his ex. I think I perfected the art of excuses.
[Her palm slides down, cupping his cheek. And she just stares at him for a second.]
And I don't want to make excuses with you. The gods know there are plenty...
[Different worlds, hunter and a "monster," the complications of Haven, Dean...]
...but when I'm with you, I'm...happy.