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[velocitygirl]

Presumably the thread with Shalla goes badly. Or bittersweetly.

Inyri lets herself into Wes' room, after she and Shalla are done fighting, weary from the arguments of the day. She ignores everything and just makes her way to the 'fresher, shutting the door with a click and turning on water in the sink, splashing some of it on her face. Her fingers grip the edge of the sink for a moment before leaning against it and turning the water off.

She's not quite sure she wants to talk to Wes just yet, so she stays put.

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[undignified]

"Hey--"

Wes watches her from the bed, putting down his datapad when she enters the 'fresher.

He blinks, then scrambles up off the bed and onto his feet, and makes his way to the door. After hesitating a second, he knocks, once.

"Hey. You okay?"

[velocitygirl]

She doesn't answer him for a while, just stands there with her arms crossed. She takes the time to fix the makeup that ran when the water splashed her face, then opens the door and leans against the doorframe, looking at him. "The bruises are gone, mostly." She says, eyes searching his face.


"I'm going to go home."

[undignified]

"Yeah," he starts, watching her -- then his eyes widen. "Wait, home? I -- why?"

He doesn't make the connection, apparently.

[velocitygirl]

"Because there's no reason for me to stay now." Inyri shrugs lightly.

[undignified]

"Oh," he says, and tries not to take it personally.

(He doesn't quite manage.)

"I guess that makes sense. Yeah. When?"

[velocitygirl]

"Soon." Inyri says, ducking past him and moving back to the room proper. "I already...talked to Shalla. I shouldn't stay much longer. Don't want to wear out my welcome with you."

[undignified]

Wes blinks, then turns to watch her and leans back against the wall beside the door.

"What're you talkin' about? You know you can stay as long as you, as you want. Or need. Or whatever. Don't leave cause of that."

[velocitygirl]

"I'm not leaving because of that...I..." She sighs, flustered.

[undignified]

"'s what you sounded like, there," he points out, and frowns again a little. "Why, then? I mean, if you really wanna go home, I won't stop you or anythihng..."

[velocitygirl]

She sits on the bed, and puts her head in her hands, sighing. "I...Shalla and I had a bit of brutal honesty, and it's just thrown me for a loop."

[undignified]

Wes hesitates, then pushes off from the wall and sits beside her on the bed, close but not touching.

"Are you okay?" he repeats. "What did you talk about?"

[velocitygirl]

"Me, how I'm manipulative and a bitch and how I use people." She murmurs, scooting over to make room for him.

How she used Shalla. How she used him.

[undignified]

"...what?"

Wes stares at her, a little disbelieving.

"But you're not-- you don't."

[velocitygirl]

"I do, Wes. I have you wrapped around my finger and I've been using you since Zekka got here. More so even now." Inyri mutters, glancing over at him.

[undignified]

"How?" he demands, still not believing it (because he doesn't want to). "I don't let people use me. I'm helpin' you cause I want to."

[velocitygirl]

She rolls her eyes. "Manipulation. You help me because I make you think you want to. And myabe you really do, but sleeping with me? That's not helping."

[undignified]

He bites his lip, and shifts back on the bed a little, away from her.

"You're not exactly forcin' me to," he points out wryly. "I still don't see how you're doing anythin' wrong."

[velocitygirl]

"I'm hurting people with it. I'm hurting Shalla, and I have to be hurting you. It's not that I want to, Wes, it just happens." Inyri tucks hair behind her ear as she watches him.

[undignified]

"Not hurtin' me," he says instantly, and he thinks it's the truth as he says it, because he doesn't hurt just now.

"Not that you want to what? Hurt people, or," and he smiles (still wry), "sleep with me?"

[velocitygirl]

"Hurt people." She says, almost shyly. "But I do hurt you. Tell me that this isn't going to hurt eventually, when you have to explain to Hobbie what happened, because you know he'll find out, Wes."

[undignified]

He looks down, gaze leaving hers, and frowns at the bed covers for a few seconds.

"Won't hurt," he insists, trying not to really think about it; then he looks at her again. "An' why? Why will he? Nothin' says he will. Anyway, that's not now. You're not hurtin' me now, so I don't care."

[velocitygirl]

"Wes." She says, almost snapping. "You don't listen to me. I'm not talking about now, I'm talking about anytime. I manipulate, I lie, I get what I want. You know that. You're a victim of it."

[undignified]

"I don't care about anytime," he says fiercely, "I care about now. And maybe you do, okay? Maybe you do, but getting what you want isn't exactly a bad thing. And I don't feel like a victim."

[velocitygirl]

"Even at the expense of others?" She looks at him, intently. "At least Shalla can tell me that's wrong. You're making excuses for me."

[undignified]

"Depends who," he says, and bites his lip again. Then he adds, a little bitterly, "Maybe you should just listen to her, then, if she's so right an' I'm so wrong."