This goes as an unspoken worry. A worry within itself; that if she were to ever speak it aloud, risks it becoming real. These things do happen, don't they? People get so used to closing themselves off from others, that when confronted with the opportunity to do so, they flee. If she prompts the idea of anything extending beyond casual more-than-friends— whatever that means— the trust she's hard-earned might as well be chucked straight into the sea.
The idea makes her stomach sink.
These things find a way.
Ripley nods, listening intensely.
"You're right. I won't jump into anything, not without thinking about what I want to say first..." She gnaws her lower lip, as if already throwing herself head-first into the schematics of it all. "I could...set something up. Something nice. At my place."
"From one over-thinker to another," he says with a lightly teasing poke at her temple, "keep it simple and honest." Yes, yes, he knows he's making that sound easy. Same way he did in the cockpit. Not the first time he's made doing simple everyday life things sound somehow harder than defusing an alien bomb, and it won't be the last.
"So, if you do set something up, try to keep it closer to the casual side at first. I know she's gotta be a big ol' romantic softie in her marshmallow core, but she might need a little time to warm up to the idea that she deserves it. If you take her by the hand and slowly show her what it looks like to be with you, I reckon that's a good start."
"Casual," said like she's rehearsing what she's learned before a final exam; building her confidence through the reiteration of knowing. Casual. You can do casual. In what situation is she anything other? During which circumstances would she throw herself carelessly into any given situation? Be what you've been for the last thirty years; straightforward.
Well, more like bi-forward.
"If I manage not to fumble this, Crichton, I'll seriously owe you one."
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Date: 2025-05-21 07:41 pm (UTC)I've got a feeling she might.
This goes as an unspoken worry. A worry within itself; that if she were to ever speak it aloud, risks it becoming real. These things do happen, don't they? People get so used to closing themselves off from others, that when confronted with the opportunity to do so, they flee. If she prompts the idea of anything extending beyond casual more-than-friends— whatever that means— the trust she's hard-earned might as well be chucked straight into the sea.
The idea makes her stomach sink.
These things find a way.
Ripley nods, listening intensely.
"You're right. I won't jump into anything, not without thinking about what I want to say first..." She gnaws her lower lip, as if already throwing herself head-first into the schematics of it all. "I could...set something up. Something nice. At my place."
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Date: 2025-05-28 07:56 pm (UTC)"So, if you do set something up, try to keep it closer to the casual side at first. I know she's gotta be a big ol' romantic softie in her marshmallow core, but she might need a little time to warm up to the idea that she deserves it. If you take her by the hand and slowly show her what it looks like to be with you, I reckon that's a good start."
Wrap?
Date: 2025-06-05 03:23 pm (UTC)"Casual," said like she's rehearsing what she's learned before a final exam; building her confidence through the reiteration of knowing. Casual. You can do casual. In what situation is she anything other? During which circumstances would she throw herself carelessly into any given situation? Be what you've been for the last thirty years; straightforward.
Well, more like bi-forward.
"If I manage not to fumble this, Crichton, I'll seriously owe you one."
yeah! End~
Date: 2025-06-13 01:49 am (UTC)"I'll cash it in for a night of babysitting, so you bet! Go get it, Tiger."