Do you need a hand wrapping anything up? Just handed in my own marks to Septima.
Also, been thinking. I think maybe you need to talk to someone about Monday who’s not Harry.
Look. If you think it’d help at all, can we give me a chance to show you I can do the work? That we can, together, do better than on our own.
Because this isn’t going to be the last thing like this, and we both know it.
I know I worried you, after the Frost Faire. (Worried me too. All at once, and so startling, and too many first times, and all the other stresses.) I’ve rearranged my model of the cosmos since, and this is scary, but no longer so totally unexpected. And I’ve put together enough pieces that facts might be better than imagined fears.
If I can’t cope now, can’t help now, then we need to figure that out and better sooner than later. (And I’d like there to be a later with you. Still. More than ever.) I’m scared about asking this, but I’m even more scared about what happens if I don’t.
If what you want is for me to drop it and talk entirely of other things, just tell me. I will, I promise. Whatever you need. Have my journal handy, expect to be in my rooms (except for tea with Poppy) until supper, but I’ll give you space until you let me know what you want. But I had to ask. Offer.
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Date: 2012-06-14 01:59 pm (UTC)Do you need a hand wrapping anything up? Just handed in my own marks to Septima.
Also, been thinking. I think maybe you need to talk to someone about Monday who’s not Harry.
Look. If you think it’d help at all, can we give me a chance to show you I can do the work? That we can, together, do better than on our own.
Because this isn’t going to be the last thing like this, and we both know it.
I know I worried you, after the Frost Faire. (Worried me too. All at once, and so startling, and too many first times, and all the other stresses.) I’ve rearranged my model of the cosmos since, and this is scary, but no longer so totally unexpected. And I’ve put together enough pieces that facts might be better than imagined fears.
If I can’t cope now, can’t help now, then we need to figure that out and better sooner than later. (And I’d like there to be a later with you. Still. More than ever.) I’m scared about asking this, but I’m even more scared about what happens if I don’t.
If what you want is for me to drop it and talk entirely of other things, just tell me. I will, I promise. Whatever you need. Have my journal handy, expect to be in my rooms (except for tea with Poppy) until supper, but I’ll give you space until you let me know what you want. But I had to ask. Offer.
Love you. Even more in the dark times.