[ His heart stops tripping when Molly locks the door instead of leaving, which for a hot second looked like it was going to happen all over again. Fjord sits on the edge of his bed, bent over his knees as he stares at his hands. He was falling for him, even if it was just a little, but now it's hard to think around the intense distrust wrapped around his heart like shielding thorns, wary of letting himself be hurt again. ]
I don't know how to tell anymore, that you want me.
[ All the physical fraternising was no guarantee, nor were the pretty words as a result of it. Nor was their time at the beach, or hours spent on the promenade, or that pivotal moment in the kitchen where Molly was so alone and afraid and Fjord couldn't stand to see him like that. He still scoffed and walked out. ]
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I don't know how to tell anymore, that you want me.
[ All the physical fraternising was no guarantee, nor were the pretty words as a result of it. Nor was their time at the beach, or hours spent on the promenade, or that pivotal moment in the kitchen where Molly was so alone and afraid and Fjord couldn't stand to see him like that. He still scoffed and walked out. ]
I ... just don't know, Molly.