[ What is the point of telling a story about a cool thing that happened? She just doesn't know. It sounds like a friend thing. Catherine doesn't do friend things, because that would require friends.
She actually hadn't meant to turn this into an emotionally honest conversation-- she's been stringently trying to avoid that this whole time-- but in this tenor, it turns out to be not too bad. The circumstances they'd met under had been so unique, and Catherine's grown used to talking to Simon about all manner of things that no one else would know, or care, or listen to. They've shared something that can't be explained and can't be replicated, and as it happens, Simon not remembering the latter third of their ocean traipse doesn't change the core foundation they'd acquired.
Even if it still embarrasses her to be called the most real, certain thing I knew of. She'd never thought about what it was like from Simon's perspective-- she hadn't had the time to. Catherine doesn't blush, thank God, but she fidgets, messing up her braid and having to unravel it and start over, compulsively. ]
It only seems weird because we're back to something more normal now... Or so I assume. [ She'd certainly never questioned it as weird at the time. ] I'm-- um-- it would be weirder if you weren't here. [ Even if he doesn't remember everything. That little confession makes Catherine even more awkward and embarrassed, and she pulls in tighter, studiously avoiding eye contact, shy. It's the kind of thing that never comes out in her tone of voice, requires physicality to observe. Them having a mutual physical presence is half of what's having that effect on her, of course.
Quietly, ] I wouldn't want just one of us to get out of there. That would be... hard to live with. [ Guilt isn't something she feels easily, but that would do it. ]
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She actually hadn't meant to turn this into an emotionally honest conversation-- she's been stringently trying to avoid that this whole time-- but in this tenor, it turns out to be not too bad. The circumstances they'd met under had been so unique, and Catherine's grown used to talking to Simon about all manner of things that no one else would know, or care, or listen to. They've shared something that can't be explained and can't be replicated, and as it happens, Simon not remembering the latter third of their ocean traipse doesn't change the core foundation they'd acquired.
Even if it still embarrasses her to be called the most real, certain thing I knew of. She'd never thought about what it was like from Simon's perspective-- she hadn't had the time to. Catherine doesn't blush, thank God, but she fidgets, messing up her braid and having to unravel it and start over, compulsively. ]
It only seems weird because we're back to something more normal now... Or so I assume. [ She'd certainly never questioned it as weird at the time. ] I'm-- um-- it would be weirder if you weren't here. [ Even if he doesn't remember everything. That little confession makes Catherine even more awkward and embarrassed, and she pulls in tighter, studiously avoiding eye contact, shy. It's the kind of thing that never comes out in her tone of voice, requires physicality to observe. Them having a mutual physical presence is half of what's having that effect on her, of course.
Quietly, ] I wouldn't want just one of us to get out of there. That would be... hard to live with. [ Guilt isn't something she feels easily, but that would do it. ]