Clint could tell. No matter how well she thought she was hiding her inner thoughts, he could always at least tell that there was more going on under the surface. He knew her far too well by now. So why was she still trying? He was being completely honest with her, yet she still struggled to give him the same. It was something she would definitely have to work on if they were truly going to get past all of this.
She thought about how to broach the subject while they ate, but before she could come up with what to say Clint beat her to it, offering up an option that she definitely could live with, one she could even look forward to. When she looked up to meet his eyes her smile was genuine. “I like that,” she said. “Especially if they’re all like this.”
Part of her issues probably had to do with the fact that she never really believed she would ever retire, not because she would never consider it, but because she didn’t think she would live that long. She was very good at surviving at all costs, but the nature of her work made it far more likely that one day someone would get the better of her before she had chance to give it all up herself. “A way of easing into it.” And maybe that was exactly what she needed. If she lived only to work then eventually it would end, but if there was something outside of that, a future to look forward to, maybe she would make it. Less chance of making a mistake if they weren’t constantly running themselves into the ground.
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Date: 2014-05-03 02:03 pm (UTC)From:She thought about how to broach the subject while they ate, but before she could come up with what to say Clint beat her to it, offering up an option that she definitely could live with, one she could even look forward to. When she looked up to meet his eyes her smile was genuine. “I like that,” she said. “Especially if they’re all like this.”
Part of her issues probably had to do with the fact that she never really believed she would ever retire, not because she would never consider it, but because she didn’t think she would live that long. She was very good at surviving at all costs, but the nature of her work made it far more likely that one day someone would get the better of her before she had chance to give it all up herself. “A way of easing into it.” And maybe that was exactly what she needed. If she lived only to work then eventually it would end, but if there was something outside of that, a future to look forward to, maybe she would make it. Less chance of making a mistake if they weren’t constantly running themselves into the ground.