[ delays from derek aren't exactly rare, during texts, but the radio silence from him now stretches on to an almost unreasonable degree. it takes a long little while before he hits back. ]
I care about you more than I care about myself. If this is what you needed to do, it's what you needed to do. It's okay.
Okay. Good. Maybe it won't be permanent. Might come back some day. If it doesn't, then... you're still healthy, and nobody's going to notice it's gone except me. Seems like a pretty great win.
but i figured since it affects you the most i should've tried harder, maybe. to not give it up if it bothers you, just tell me. but maybe it won't be that weird?
No, it's okay. I'm not mad. I liked your heartbeat because... I knew when you were around. I knew when I said something that made you... happy, because I could hear the way it made you feel. But. I still know your scent. I still know your smile. It's fine. Just means I won't be able to tell when you're lying anymore.
[ not that he's been listening to Tate's heartbeat while he lied to him. their relationship would probably be a little different if he did. ]
It's just the sound, though? You aren't... colder, from a lack of blood circulating your system? You're not more pale? Kind of hard to tell how ghosts work at the best of times.
I don't want you to think every decision you make has to run through me. Just... the important ones. The things I can help with. I want to protect you and take care of you. I want to offer you safety and a home. I don't want to fucking set curfews and demand to be involved in every single aspect of your life. This was a big decision you made, yeah - but you needed that word off your skin and this seems like a safe trade off. I'm not mad. It's fine. I trust you to be smart without needing me to hold your hand.
I'll come over. Movies and food. We should hang out with Stiles, soon. The three of us.
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[ ... wait-- ]
What did you lose?
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["after the fact i realized-"]
it might bother you.
but it was my only choice?
i didn't want this on me anymore.
[...]
i gave up my heartbeat
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I care about you more than I care about myself.
If this is what you needed to do, it's what you needed to do.
It's okay.
How do you feel?
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everything else seems the same.
it's not really noticeable
unless, i guess, people have senses like yours.
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Maybe it won't be permanent. Might come back some day.
If it doesn't, then... you're still healthy, and nobody's going to notice it's gone except me.
Seems like a pretty great win.
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but i figured since it affects you the most
i should've tried harder, maybe. to not give it up
if it bothers you, just tell me.
but maybe it won't be that weird?
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I liked your heartbeat because... I knew when you were around. I knew when I said something that made you... happy, because I could hear the way it made you feel.
But.
I still know your scent. I still know your smile.
It's fine.
Just means I won't be able to tell when you're lying anymore.
[ not that he's been listening to Tate's heartbeat while he lied to him. their relationship would probably be a little different if he did. ]
It's just the sound, though?
You aren't... colder, from a lack of blood circulating your system? You're not more pale?
Kind of hard to tell how ghosts work at the best of times.
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i'm sorry. that sounds like a lot.
but yeah i think i'm the same?
when you come... you can check?
tell me what seems off.
i just feel like me.
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It had to be done. If you're okay, then. Yeah. That's all that matters.
Sorry you felt nervous about telling me.
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guess i feel like i should've gotten your approval
but when have i ever been the best beta?
i'll see you later tonight though? we can get food and stay in
watch movies like we planned. nothing changes.
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Just... the important ones. The things I can help with.
I want to protect you and take care of you. I want to offer you safety and a home.
I don't want to fucking set curfews and demand to be involved in every single aspect of your life.
This was a big decision you made, yeah - but you needed that word off your skin and this seems like a safe trade off.
I'm not mad. It's fine.
I trust you to be smart without needing me to hold your hand.
I'll come over.
Movies and food.
We should hang out with Stiles, soon. The three of us.
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and yeah i'd like that.
i could come to your place some night, maybe
watch a few movies. let cobain piss in your closets.
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