[Her expression turns bewildered, Rose staring at Des like maybe his words will rearrange in her head to form sentences that make actual sense to her. Where was the blunt and straight-talking guy she knew and loved when she needed him?!
He's not wrong however, about her understanding that there are just some things a person can't talk about. She's been holding so many secrets in that some days she feels like she's going to burst and while she has Dean to talk to? Sometimes she wishes more than anything that there was one person she didn't feel the need to be brave for. Somebody who she could talk about her rez with. Who might not be afraid of it, or her because of the circumstances. Who wouldn't judge Dean. Who could understand why she spends those extra minutes in front of the mirror every morning, just staring at her reflection as if she's trying to assure herself that she's still the same Rose.
Sometimes she thinks that maybe, that one person could be Des but Dean's fear for her was why she's kept those secrets locked away. His fear had become her own and it was her friends that she worried about.
While Rose might not understand what Des is (or rather, isn't) saying, she can still appreciate some of it and the smile she offers in reply comes easily because there's at least one thing she is sure of.]
Des. [A hint of amusement in her eyes, despite the serious tone of the conversation and she reaches out to try and stop him from pulling away completely.] I highly doubt there's anything you could do that might be so bad that you feel the need to worry about how I might react.
[She'd just shoved a stake through somebodies chest and they were currently having this conversation while she still had his blood all over her.]
You should worry less, Descant. [Very matter of fact now as she leans back in her seat.] It causes wrinkles, don'tcha know?
[Rose trying to assuage any concerns with a little light teasing.]
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He's not wrong however, about her understanding that there are just some things a person can't talk about. She's been holding so many secrets in that some days she feels like she's going to burst and while she has Dean to talk to? Sometimes she wishes more than anything that there was one person she didn't feel the need to be brave for. Somebody who she could talk about her rez with. Who might not be afraid of it, or her because of the circumstances. Who wouldn't judge Dean. Who could understand why she spends those extra minutes in front of the mirror every morning, just staring at her reflection as if she's trying to assure herself that she's still the same Rose.
Sometimes she thinks that maybe, that one person could be Des but Dean's fear for her was why she's kept those secrets locked away. His fear had become her own and it was her friends that she worried about.
While Rose might not understand what Des is (or rather, isn't) saying, she can still appreciate some of it and the smile she offers in reply comes easily because there's at least one thing she is sure of.]
Des. [A hint of amusement in her eyes, despite the serious tone of the conversation and she reaches out to try and stop him from pulling away completely.] I highly doubt there's anything you could do that might be so bad that you feel the need to worry about how I might react.
[She'd just shoved a stake through somebodies chest and they were currently having this conversation while she still had his blood all over her.]
You should worry less, Descant. [Very matter of fact now as she leans back in her seat.] It causes wrinkles, don'tcha know?
[Rose trying to assuage any concerns with a little light teasing.]