amber_v: Aw, man, don't pout at me (lean)
amber_v ([personal profile] amber_v) wrote in [community profile] alwaysright 2010-05-02 02:21 am (UTC)

So maybe you see why I’m having a hard time trusting you, Eric said, weary, face muscles tense and yet with his frame sagging, like he was keeping up appearances but this close to letting go. Amber bit her lips, barely able to form thoughts, much less speak. She didn't care, he claimed. The very idea. If she didn't, would she’ve humiliated herself in front of House, offered this coffee date, been unhappy for days because they’d been at odds--

She'd told him in the lab that she cared too much. He didn't seem to believe her then and he certainly didn't think it now, his eyes distant and angry. "I care," Amber said, soft but strong. "Eric, I haven't ever cared about anyone so much." Her mouth was starting to loose feeling, numbing. It killed her to tell him so plainly, but what did she have to lose now? Nothing else she'd said convinced him and he'd be gone, if she failed now.

Amber’s fingers curled around his coat's material, clutching on to what she could. "What do you want me to do?" He was angry that she'd gone behind her back. Amber got that. She'd have been pissed, too. At the same time, if Amber had to choose between her job and Eric again, her career came first. She couldn’t sacrifice her work for him. But he’d offered to listen better and she wondered: was there anything she could promise that she knew she’d be capable of? Eric already distrusted her and she didn’t want to prove him right by breaking a promise.

It was as if he'd read her mind, saying it wasn't fair to make her choose between her work and him. Amber started to nod, glad he understood, but-- her brow furrowed. He thought they could make it work? Was he breaking up with her? Before they'd gotten even twenty feet of the hospital of their supposed coffee date? But he didn't say it was over, and all the other times she'd assumed he'd thought that, she'd been wrong.

Amber slid her clenched hand down and wrapped his tightly. It was cold, too. "I don't know about you, but I wanna keep trying." They'd reached the same conclusion this morning, but apparently they needed to go over it again. She attempted a smile though she knew it wouldn't be strong, with her teeth nearly chattering. "I need that coffee; I’ll need to go back to the hospital to treat my frostbite, if we stay here any longer.”

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