He looked at her like she'd been slapped, then went to walk away. She herself was stunned by what she'd said and stayed standing, thinking she deserved to loose him after this. "Wait!" She found herself shouted, running down the long hallway to catch up with him, he kept walking. "Wait! I'm sorry!" She reached him, standing in front of him and grabbed him. She looked into his bright blue eyes, the ones that always caught her off guard if she wasn't careful, the ones that betrayed any emotion he was trying to hide, the ones that she knew like the back of her hand. Hell, she knew those eyes better than the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry," she said again, her eyes begining to fill with tears. "I'm so sorry. I'm crazy. I know I am. But you knew that long before you got involved in this mess. You knew I was crazy. I mean, goddamn, fucking everyone knows I'm crazy! I'm crazy and weird and I panic a lot and I yell for no reason and I can't seem to say what I want to say when I want to say it without something going completely and utterly wrong. But let me say what I want right now, because, shit, everything is completely and utterly wrong right now!" A few tears threatened to burst from her eyes, but the calm gaze he had, the understanding, the love, that was begining to come over him kept them in and kept her calm enough to say what she had to say.
"I love you. I love you. I don't know why, shit, logic completely defies the idea. You're so quiet and so calculated and so in control and then I'm so loud and expressive and passionate and way too emotional all the time. And I don't mean half of what I say when I'm angry and I apologize way too much for things I should never have said or done, but I try so hard to be good for you. I want so badly to be good to you. I don't know if I'm ever going to be perfect," she stepped closer to him and wrapped her hands in his as she said this, a few tears falling down her cheeks. "But... I'm trying. I don't know what is going on with you at any given moment. And it's weird for me, so my head jumps to conclusions that have nothing to do with fact. I'm so used to saying exactly what I think when I think it almost always and having everyone close to me know what I'm thinking and knowing the same about everyone else. I'm so used to sitting on park benches for hours talking to people. And this is probably my fault just as much as yours, if not more. But please, please, please, please can we forget I ever said half of what I just said, all the crazy paranoid bullshit that just came out of my mouth and go out and watch a movie and talk in your car and be okay?"
A small smile played on his lips and he reached down to kiss her.
"On one condition." he said, pretending to look serious.
"Anything."
"You have to give me warning next time you're going to insult me. I need to brace myself. Really ruins a guys' pride." She laughed.
"Promise."