[Jin does need to talk. He wants, more than anything, to simply spill his guts to Asher before he starts to hesitate again, but it all feels so melodramatic; so cliche. What the hell is he going to tell him? That even if he so desperately wants to get out of Oska and leave ALASTAIR, there's really no home left for him to turn back to? Him, the poor teen runaway, stealing to get by and turned out of his house all because he finally let slip to his mother that he was--
Hell no. Never.
The last time he told anyone that much about himself, about what he really wanted and felt in his heart, he was disowned in all but name. He can't be sure that Asher would... would accept him, or that he'd even understand. If only he could trust a man as easily as that.]
Thanks for the offer, [he replies, a note of some quiet, subdued hopelessness in his voice,] but I can't. I just can't.
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Hell no. Never.
The last time he told anyone that much about himself, about what he really wanted and felt in his heart, he was disowned in all but name. He can't be sure that Asher would... would accept him, or that he'd even understand. If only he could trust a man as easily as that.]
Thanks for the offer, [he replies, a note of some quiet, subdued hopelessness in his voice,] but I can't. I just can't.
[God, he wishes he could trust Asher.]
All I want is to get out of here.