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[littleonewhosteals]

"The Weaver," he answers, turning on his back and stretching his arms in the air.

[skitter]

She can't hide the flinch.

"No, that's not what I meant. But I don't think there's a way back to the person who'd never... done that." She reaches up for one of his hands, wrapping hers just lightly around his wrist.

[littleonewhosteals]

He lets her, not moving for a moment. "No. But you can still be Taylor. Taylor who learned some shit."

[skitter]

She nods, thumb rubbing over the bone of his wrist, where she remembers the webs, before she lets go.

"I did it in a dream, the other night. Ordered someone and pulled a string and they obeyed."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah? How did you feel when you woke up," he asks with a frown and then takes her hand, linking their fingers together.

[skitter]

She squeezes his hand, taking a moment to think.

"I didn't realize what I'd done, and I felt good. I didn't spot it until I was thinking about it later. I told... I told a man to walk off a cliff. In a dream. Is it stupid that I feel responsible for it?"

[littleonewhosteals]

"No," he assures her. "You're one of those people who takes too much responsibility for shit that you shouldn't. So it's not surprising or anything that you felt like that."

[skitter]

She snorts quietly, shutting her eyes. "So yes, it's me being stupid, but no, it's not surprising.

"I don't think I can fix the responsibility thing. I don't think I want to."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Maybe you can start focusing more on shit that you should be responsible for and not have - everything on your plate."

He lets go of her hand and turns, draping an arm around her.

[skitter]

"I'm making progress," she protests grumpily, even as she gets comfortable under that arm. "Two deals. Not going home to do it all myself."

[littleonewhosteals]

"I'm talking about here. Short term," he explains. "Maybe letting go of some of the shit you're doing."

[skitter]

Her expression closes down somewhat, lips tightening.

"I'm not overworked. High school was more work than my jobs here."

[littleonewhosteals]

He tightens his grip on her slightly. "Yeah, and your high school time kinda sucked."

[skitter]

"Not because of the work. Six hours of school a day and two hours of homework is just normal."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah, but that's trying to run your own life. Not - running shit here," he says softly. "It's not about how much time. It's - the kind of responsibility and effort and shit."

[skitter]

"The only thing I'm in charge of here is Bughell," she points out, getting farther away from sleepy, more irritated. "You run the greenhouse, Tim's got the spa, Maggie's kitchen, Hunter did the hard work on the net."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah, and none of that is really helping you, is it?"

He sits up, propping his head in his hand.

[skitter]

She shakes her head, swiping his pillow grumpily since he's sitting. "But it fills time I need filled."

[littleonewhosteals]

He doesn't mind. "Why does that time need filled? What happens in the empty moments?"

[skitter]

She rolls onto her stomach, arms crossed atop the two pillows and chin on her arms.

"I don't see you sitting idle much either, Kaz-lite."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah, but that's because I'm made of energy and I get bored. Not because I'm trying to avoid the shit in my head."

He flashes her a grin.

[skitter]

"The shit in my head's no fun, and I don't like it. I could go get drunk every day to avoid it."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Yeah, then you get a fucking headache the next morning." He moves a little closer to her. "What are you trying to avoid?"

[skitter]

"Good thing the only headaches I've had in three years have been death tolls." She sighs, but leans her shoulder against his. "Lately, the feeling that I'm running away instead of stepping up."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Stepping up to what?"

He rests his head on her shoulder and then reaches out to toy with one of her braids.