"We talked about that," Sabrina confesses, reflecting for a moment how many of the important conversations in her life have been draped against one of her-- she supposes she'll need some sort of word. "About how you deserved better than that."
It's only then that she quite catches up to what Rosie's saying, and her eyebrows raise up nearly to her hairline. "Wait, what? What he wants of you?" There's a vague crackle in the air, a reminder of the thundering that had happened outside that very nice house one day. "Rosie. No, that's-- that's not how it works. When I say what Nick wants is to make you feel good, that's-- that's it. He doesn't expect anything, like some sort of--" The look on her face suggests that perhaps somewhere in Darrow, David feels a chill down his spine.
"I suppose I can only speak from experience," Sabrina says after a moment, forcing herself to relax, "and that's that what's expected is that you're honest about what you want. You don't have to perform a certain way, and you both get to decide how it goes."
no subject
It's only then that she quite catches up to what Rosie's saying, and her eyebrows raise up nearly to her hairline. "Wait, what? What he wants of you?" There's a vague crackle in the air, a reminder of the thundering that had happened outside that very nice house one day. "Rosie. No, that's-- that's not how it works. When I say what Nick wants is to make you feel good, that's-- that's it. He doesn't expect anything, like some sort of--" The look on her face suggests that perhaps somewhere in Darrow, David feels a chill down his spine.
"I suppose I can only speak from experience," Sabrina says after a moment, forcing herself to relax, "and that's that what's expected is that you're honest about what you want. You don't have to perform a certain way, and you both get to decide how it goes."