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Her gaze was unflinching and cool, despite the alcohol induced heat in her cheeks. She didn't seem bothered by him meeting her gaze, but there also wasn't even a moment of weakness, nor of pain. Even if she was helping him, she didn't seem to share in his emotions.
"Okay?" As if she were waiting for the punch line of some joke.
"Sorry. Think it's the vodka. All of it's just kinda spilling out."
It was too much to say. He probably should've just ignored her. Then he wouldn't be lying on the roof, undoubtedly making himself look completely pathetic. He wouldn't've accidentally drank far too much vodka for his liking. He broke eye contact with Leif, looking back at the stars and thinking. She had nice eyes, but her gaze was... too intense for him, right now.
"I didn't mean to drink so much, that was by accident. But I don't know, this has all been on my mind for a while. Lot more than that, too."
Even after he broke the gaze, she continued to stare at him for a moment longer. Then, she turned to watch over the sleeping Paradigm grounds.
"People die all the time. It sucks. You get your heart broken. That's the issue with caring about people, with being alive. You risk that. And the people you love become your greatest weakness."
Leif gathered her feet under herself and stood, managing not to sway like she thought she might.
"You want to be a hero? Write a book. You want to change the world? Then just do it, man."
What did that have to do with being a hero? He tried to stand up like she did, but... nope, no luck. Not just yet.
"You know, you're pretty cool. I like that you're shooting straight with me. Telling the truth, being helpful. My own girlfriend won't do that, tells me she loves me, she's not interested in doing anything with anyone else... betrays me as soon as I'm not looking. With a guy I thought was my friend."
Fucking Eric. If he really wanted to do good he'd pull the cure for cancer out of one of his portals. At least Aaron, whose power only let him fight bad guys, tried.
And Eric was just the one that admitted it. Who else was there?
"Sorry. Too much to put on you. I definitely took too much of that stuff too fast. I thought it would help."
The world was spinning faster, and her more experienced eye could probably tell that for sure. He probably could've taken three shots, tops, and he'd taken at least five.
Expect? He apologised because it was right, not because anything was expected.
"No."
Yes? Maybe?
"I've been tearing my brain apart trying to think about why. But she never said anything, never let on to anything being wrong, not until after the mission. She was so angry, looked at me like every bad thing happened because of me. That was before I found out. I have... some ideas? Maybe? But she's never brought anything up, and the way the guy told me, he made it sound like it's been happening all along."
It was probably too dark for her to see his eyes start welling up, for which he was thankful.
"Damn idiot I am, I love her anyway, even though she's been lying to me the whole time. I want it to work but I don't know if she wants it to work, if she was willing to do that. And I keep thinking about it and picking apart every little thing we've ever said to each other, to figure out why."
Breathe, Aaron. Get too upset and you might get sick.
"It happened once before, too. Before we figured out how serious a thing we wanted. She told me she kissed this guy because she'd felt used, she didn't think I was serious about her. But we talked about it, we hashed it out, what we wanted and that we were serious, exclusive. She said she wouldn't do anything with other guys while we were together. She went on a trip for the holidays, everything was fine I thought, then as soon as she's back she's all over him."
The darkness would roil and twist and thrash around him briefly, as if a stirring storm, his power responding to the anger and heartache and betrayal. Then, as quickly as she would notice it, it'd be gone.
"I should've told the guy to stay away from her, when I first heard anything had happened, but I believed her. I trusted her, unconditionally."
Leif listened to everything he had to say with little reaction. There was no point in trying to interrupt him. He was drunk, after all. It wouldn't do her any good.
"You think that might be why?" She asked with a cock of her brow. "She told you she didn't feel wanted and you responded by not confronting this guy? I'd be pretty pissed too."
"She had no way to know I didn't. I told her I understood why, and she told me she wouldn't do it again. I told her I was serious about her, that she wasn't 'just some girl I know'."
What was he supposed to have done, gone off and put Eric in the infirmary for something he hadn't known about?
"I've gone out of my way to show her I love her, to make her feel wanted. Whenever I see her."
What about that night, right before he took her to the airport? But, no, he'd made sure to make up for that. He'd told her how he felt afterwards. "I love you" had been the last thing he said as she got on the plane.
The idea she might look predatory never once crossed his mind. A predator would've mocked him, kicked him while he was literally and figuratively down. Or taken advantage of his intoxicated state in some way. She was doing no such thing - hell, she was trying to help him, to look after him a bit, which was more than he expected.
"I haven't just been saying it. I've dropped everything to be there whenever she's needed me, I've supported her, I've risked my life for her. I don't know what counts as proof, if some of the things I've done don't."
Not to mention all those nighttime romps, all that time one spent in the other's bed. Had Sarah been wishing he was Eric, every time he slept with her?
"Can I show you something?"
First, he forced himself to sit up, despite the world thrashing around in his head. Then, with a shaky, drunken hand, he would fish out his phone and go into his picture gallery. Ignoring all the extra, even the pictures he and Sarah had taken together on dates, to bring up shots of the necklace and bracelet he got her. He really wasn't feeling up to walking over, so he'd hold the phone out to Leif, let her take it.
"Got her these for Christmas. Gave 'em to her as soon as she got back from Australia. I still remember how her face lit up when she saw 'em."
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Whether or not she agreed, he pulled out his phone. She just stayed quiet, letting him do whatever it was that he needed to do. The pictures were gorgeous, pieces of jewelry that looked far too expensive for their own good. A part of her really wanted to snatch his phone from his hand and just stare at them but that would be rude (and was the alcohol talking).
So instead, she just smiled at him, reaching out to lightly pat his hand. Leif figured he was a little too drunk to understand what she wanted to say, but it needed to be said, anyways.
"Maybe she's just speaking a different language than you," she explained. "You know, like you're here giving her all of these gifts and doing things for her, whatever you say you're doing. Maybe she needs something else to feel love. I don't know, mate. I've never met her."
"Maybe. But I don't know what I can do to prove it, then. Everything was fine, then... this."
Vaguely, he remembered their sparring match, after the fight with the Miami agents. But he'd promised himself he'd never hit her again, never hurt her. Funny how that worked out. The brief contact had been a little comfort, but he couldn't help feeling a little guilty for thinking that.
"If I've done something to hurt her, and I probably have, I don't want her to just instantly forgive me, I don't want her to brush it under the rug and pretend nothing happened. I just want her to give me a chance to make it right, to make this work. Even after all this I don't want to give up on her, on what we have."
But did she care? She'd been willing to lie right to his face, to stab him right in the heart the moment he wasn't looking. How could he ever trust someone who told him she loves him, that she had no interest in going behind his back, only to immediately betray him?
In the moonlight, she might spot him fighting back a few tears.
Leif really didn't know what else to say to the poor kid. She wasn't exactly great at comforting people. Rubbing the back of her neck, she let him continue to rant at her and just sort of...
Stood there.
"Look, man. I think you're going the wrong way. If you're drunk, you need to think happy things or go distract yourself. Or maybe just go sleep it off. Want me to help you get back to your room?"
He did, and didn't. And maybe wanted her to stick around once he got there, he wasn't sure. Not like... do anything, but what the hell had Sarah cared?
No, getting back at her wouldn't be right. As much as part of him wanted to, as nice as Leif was being to him. That wasn't how a hero acted, even if Leif didn't think heroes existed.
"I... yeah. Okay. Thanks, Leif."
He wasn't making a big display of it, no massive hysteria, just a dampness on his cheeks catching in the moonlight, a glisten to his eyes. Drunk, and heart aching like it was, it wasn't like he couldn't get back on his own power, but he'd probably get lost.
"Guess I'm not much fun as a drinking buddy, huh?"
She hesitated a moment longer before she walked over to him, holding out a hand so that she could help him up. She wasn't sure she trusted him to stand up on his own. Having never gone drinking with him before, she didn't know how well he handled his booze, and she didn't want to explain to anybody why some kid her age had taken a tumble from the Academy rooftop.
"Eh. It's not a big deal."
Leif laughed, though hers was a lot lighter than his had been. She seemed like she wasn't bothered at all, even if she wasn't sure what to do.
"You'll have more fun next time. Let's just get you home."
That time he managed to give her a smile, and it almost looked playful instead of sad. He took her hand, glad for the feeling of some kind of contact with somebody, the presence of someone who wouldn't just leave him on the roof. Tried to push himself to his feet, but too fast, reality lurched under him and he made a vague "hurk!" kind of sound.
"Oh, God. Definitely too much of that stuff."
Don't get sick, come on. He pinched his eyes shut, trying to will the world to be still instead of rolling about like a ship in a hurricane.
Ahhh, the inexperienced. Leif tossed her head back in a wild laugh as he made a strangled noise.
"Move slowly, man. Just put an arm over my shoulders." She went to slip her own thin arm around his waist. It wasn't as if she could support his weight, but she was the one who had gotten him drunk. She, in a way, felt responsible. At least, responsible enough to not leave him crying on the roof.
Normally he might've called up the darkness to hide that fact. Heroes don't cry.
"Slowly. Okay. I trust you."
He put an arm around her, let her put her own around his waist. Tried not to lean into her too hard - she looked like he had at least fifty pounds on her. A lot of agents were stronger than they looked, he was a good example of that himself and in fact she might have felt some of that strength when he grabbed her hand and pulled himself up, but he didn't want to end up falling on her.
Not to mention how weak this all made him feel, anyway.
"I don't know if we'll run into her. I asked her to come over so we could talk about things."
Trust. There was that word, again. She snickered under her breath as she limped towards the stairs, trying to support as much of his weight as he offered. It wasn't until he started talking about his girlfriend that Leif actually paused, looking up at him for a second.
"Ah... Look, man, I'm not going to get into your little drama-fest. I'm just gonna make sure you get back, unless you want to call her or something. Otherwise, I'll drop you off and just... go my own way."
"Not asking you to. Only saying I don't know if she'll already be there. Guess it was fair warning? Sorry, thoughts aren't so clear right now."
Not the sudden pause, that made it worse! Urgh. Because he still had his eyes shut, he didn't see the look she gave him, but she might have felt the slight shudder.
"Not sure a call's the best idea right now. I think I need to find a way to sober up fast, before she sees me like this. Drunk, I mean."
"...Weak? Not that getting drunk is weak, but like, that I'm falling apart like this. But I don't know, maybe that's me caring. It's me not shrugging off what happened."
He probably wasn't going to throw up. Probably. As long as he went about this slowly and carefully. Every step was ginger as if he were strolling through a minefield, and Leif would see the shadows rising around him to support them, a little darkness coming over his eyes to keep some of the harsh light out. It let him open his eyes a little, so he could actually see where he was going.
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Weak? She wasn't exactly sure how to respond. She didn't even seem to notice that the shadows were doing anything, because if she thought too much about it, she might grow uncomfortable. She didn't like the idea of the shadows moving on their own.
"Then don't call her. Just... let's get you inside and you can figure out what to do from there."