[She's not so far gone in her own head that she doesn't realize that she's hurting him by acting this way, but she can't help herself. Her mind runs away from her and her body follows suit, adrenalin flooding her system and making her jumpy, her stupid idiotic brain making her believe things that aren't true. All she can do is hang on for the ride and pray she makes it out the other side without losing herself along the way.
It helps to have someone to cling to, even though she knows she's hurting him by being this way.
In the movies, all it takes is a little crying, some fervent kisses, and maybe a good fucking or two, and then the damsel in distress is back to her old self and everything can move forward. Lucy is not moving forward. Lucy can't fathom the thought of Eames touching her, no matter how much she wishes he could. She doesn't even want to undress in front of him, because then he'd see the ugly, black tattoos that mar her skin, then he'd see just how much she had to change in order to fit in, in order to survive. The Lucy of their childhoods is gone, and she doesn't know how to be the woman she is now.]
Yeah. [ He just curls around her a little more carefully, his words failing him for now. ] Yeah Luce, I'm here.
[ He doesn't mind it if she needs to cry, to weep, to tear the world apart with her fingernails. He'd help her with every moment of it, he'd make it so she never had to do anything alone again. ]
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It helps to have someone to cling to, even though she knows she's hurting him by being this way.
In the movies, all it takes is a little crying, some fervent kisses, and maybe a good fucking or two, and then the damsel in distress is back to her old self and everything can move forward. Lucy is not moving forward. Lucy can't fathom the thought of Eames touching her, no matter how much she wishes he could. She doesn't even want to undress in front of him, because then he'd see the ugly, black tattoos that mar her skin, then he'd see just how much she had to change in order to fit in, in order to survive. The Lucy of their childhoods is gone, and she doesn't know how to be the woman she is now.]
Will.
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[ He doesn't mind it if she needs to cry, to weep, to tear the world apart with her fingernails. He'd help her with every moment of it, he'd make it so she never had to do anything alone again. ]
It's gonna be okay.