[She turns a little at his touch, offering a little smile.]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. It's... fine.
[Perhaps a little hesitantly, she turns the photo over so he can see it. She and Buzz are in the foreground, but the background is a little fuzzy. It's hard to tell where the picture is set and, in fact, who else is in it. That's pretty much the point. With her free hand, Jessie plays with the edge of her braid. She's always been pretty bold with their relationship, heart-on-her-sleeve as she is. She'll chuckle about his awkward and adorable decade-long crush on her til the cows come home and getting him flustered is like a sport.
But this runs a little deeper than the usual shenanigans. This is the sort of thing they don't usually give voice to. A touch of her old anxiety slips back in because as much as she knows Buzz is the safest bet she could ever make, those old scars run deep. There's always a small part of her that's waiting to be abandoned again. ]
It's- um. [Feelings are hard. ] I don't know what'll happen in the future, where we'll all end up and whoever we gain or lose along the way. I don't really think about it a whole lot. I'll cross those bridges when I get to 'em. But I do know that whatever happens, I wanna stick by you for it.
[Because she loves him a whole dang lot and she doesn't want him gone out of life now that he's in it. She knows they don't really have that much of a say in it. The life of a toy is tumultuous at best. There's always a yard sale or a donation drive and kids can lose interest in them just like that. Still- if she can help it at all, she'd very much rather stick by him. Wherever that leads. ]
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Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. It's... fine.
[Perhaps a little hesitantly, she turns the photo over so he can see it. She and Buzz are in the foreground, but the background is a little fuzzy. It's hard to tell where the picture is set and, in fact, who else is in it. That's pretty much the point. With her free hand, Jessie plays with the edge of her braid. She's always been pretty bold with their relationship, heart-on-her-sleeve as she is. She'll chuckle about his awkward and adorable decade-long crush on her til the cows come home and getting him flustered is like a sport.
But this runs a little deeper than the usual shenanigans. This is the sort of thing they don't usually give voice to. A touch of her old anxiety slips back in because as much as she knows Buzz is the safest bet she could ever make, those old scars run deep. There's always a small part of her that's waiting to be abandoned again. ]
It's- um. [Feelings are hard. ] I don't know what'll happen in the future, where we'll all end up and whoever we gain or lose along the way. I don't really think about it a whole lot. I'll cross those bridges when I get to 'em. But I do know that whatever happens, I wanna stick by you for it.
[Because she loves him a whole dang lot and she doesn't want him gone out of life now that he's in it. She knows they don't really have that much of a say in it. The life of a toy is tumultuous at best. There's always a yard sale or a donation drive and kids can lose interest in them just like that. Still- if she can help it at all, she'd very much rather stick by him. Wherever that leads. ]
Long as I can, anyway.