Funny, that they were talking about electricity. Her touch was the 'pop' of static on a dry winter day. His pulse jumped and chest froze when she stepped closer; for once, he was entirely motionless. Unsure. Nervous. The periphery of his vision darkened as he focused on the fen-water eyes, then darted to the side when he felt her hand on his face before returning to hers.
Confusing.
Then it was over. The step backward was like a step off of his chest, the invisible pressure slowly fading. Breathe. Was it the first time she'd initiated? He wasn't sure. Didn't care.
Confusing.
He laughed at the bad joke. It was silly. It was a pressure valve. With the sound of it, conscious control returned and he squeezed the small hand gently. "Best. S'name. Ever."
The smile faded, and his expression became a hair closer to bleak than neutral as he nodded to her question. His hand pulsed in hers, moving to gesture, but deciding to remain. For a long moment, he was silent, wondering how much he should say. Which was unfair, and he knew it, but that didn't make it easier. And it could be A Test. Because Smiley's People.
Confusing.
"Yeah," the word drew out with a long exhale. The Deal's the Deal. And she hadn't. Kissed him.
"I was, am, I don't know, a pretty terrible person." Jump. Right. In. And that was really glossing over it. "Lot of grifting, conning. I think... I think I thought because I could trick people, or get them to do what I wanted, that I understood them? Or was smarter than them." His words fell into a soft monotone, and his eyes slid away from hers. "Stealing. Just... treating people like, what could I get. Like that was their only... value."
Partly? His family. Half of them, anyway. And, partly? They'd treated him like a dirty swamp rat, so why not? But those were excuses. He'd been good at it, too. Because he could see the Lies, and Illusions, and create them. Even the Illusion of who he was.
"Anyway. When I... fell... it messed me up. I didn't... think I'd walk again. No insurance, got dumped in social services' lap. Lotta vets." He shook his head, and his hand tightened in hers involuntarily before he realized and relaxed it. Striker? He'd tried. His head shook, remembering.
Confusing.
He was rambling. But he'd never had to put it into words. Sure, they knew, but they'd dug it out of his head. "There was no, like, one thing. Just... little things. No one visiting. Seeing other people. Trying. Succeeding. Failing. Fear? I don't know. It made me realize... I didn't know anything, or understand anything. But. Uh... yeah."
A deep breath, and he finally looked back at her. "It's hard to explain, except, maybe, it was when I saw the Lies I was telling myself?"
His eyes fell again, and he lapsed into silence. It was profane. No, they weren't the same. Maybe they'd both been trappped? But. She hadn't had a choice, and risen like a phoenix. Him? He'd almost gotten what he'd deserved. Fingers loosened slightly, ready to release when she drew her hand back.