"You can tell me lots of things, Mimsy." He sighed out. "But you can't ask me not to cry. I cry for lots of reasons. It just happens too easy, can't stop it." He turned his head up to look at the darkening blue sky, and sucked in a deep breath. But her gratefulness was taken as a compliment, because Robert was starting to really get Mimsy's language. He heard her, and understood. It filled him with a comforting warmth that flooded him with endorphins, and pushed away the negative emotions that were starting to circle his heart like sharks.
"Yeah." He chuckled out, dropping his head to look down at her. "I don't get it either. You're a nerd, and I'm a dumbass. If there was any logic in this world, I wouldn't want to be here so bad." His hand reached up and touched her chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. "And you'd have finished stabbing me the moment I first kissed you."
He remembered how righteous he'd initially felt. How hopeful. Had that really been all he felt, even then?
Mimsy was a dangerous solution to a problem that didn't exist. He leaned in, his face slack with the supreme lack of thought on his mind, and pressed an utterly gentle brush of a kiss against her lips. He supposed he was experimenting too. He needed to know exactly how he felt, if he was going to be honest with Petra. And no matter how much that scared him, he knew he would.
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