[ He swallows and looks down at his plate, scraped half clean. He half dreads that pointing this out will cause her to leap back in sudden revelation - that he's a substitute for her substitute, a shadow of the shadow she knew. Not to be touched or trusted or loved. And he half hopes that she will. It'll be a relief to have the worst over. It'll be a relief, having the path to his betrayal cleared. Because almost more frightening than the visions of how they'll tear him apart is the vision of Lady Vorkosigan with her heart broken by him. ]
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Date: 2016-05-06 03:54 pm (UTC)No. Not Miles. I'm...not - Mark, either.
[ He swallows and looks down at his plate, scraped half clean. He half dreads that pointing this out will cause her to leap back in sudden revelation - that he's a substitute for her substitute, a shadow of the shadow she knew. Not to be touched or trusted or loved. And he half hopes that she will. It'll be a relief to have the worst over. It'll be a relief, having the path to his betrayal cleared. Because almost more frightening than the visions of how they'll tear him apart is the vision of Lady Vorkosigan with her heart broken by him. ]
Not the Mark you know.