Projection (Male reader x Female OC)

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Standing with my hands dug into my pockets and my back against the door leading out of the house. The two of them left minutes ago and I am stuck here with more words on my mind that are best left unspoken.

To think that I'd just let you walk.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" I hear her ask me.

I don't look at her, with my gaze locked on the floor. "I won't apologize if that's what you want to hear from me."

"Not that," she breathes out. "Did you even pay attention to what I said?"

"I don't know, did I?"

"Seems like we both know that answer." She chuckles.

I lift my gaze to see Rin sitting down on the couch with her head tucked between her shoulders, almost like the best way to deal with this is just to hide your face. You don't have to deal with the problems if you just pretend it is gone... if only for a moment.

"Would you repeat yourself?"

"Is this fair?"

"Nothing's ever fair." I breathe out. "But that depends on what you are asking about."

"Yeah, because that's going to be a real kick in the ass," she looks up at me with a smile. "I don't know why I am asking. I just wanted someone that understands how shitty it is to tell me if I am freaking out over nothing."

I push myself off of the door. I walk towards her as she watches me carefully, waiting for a response from me. I drop down beside her and wrap my arms around her, she inches closer to me with a little chuckle.

"Talk to me," she breathes out.

"How are you feeling?"

"Pretty tired, you?"

"I have a headache," I shut my eyes.

"Whose fault is that?"

"You, your Dad. I want to blame the two of you for that." I chuckle. "Don't blame me for that please, at this rate I feel like the man doesn't want to look me in the eye after the shit I brought myself to say."

"He'll survive," she reassures me. "I guess he missed me more than he remembered me. But the two of us will work the kinks out along the way I guess, maybe, I dunno, too early to say that he is just going to help."

"You are rambling," I tell her.

"I know I am."

"But yeah, I think so too."

"Dumbass," she chuckles. "Sorry. I don't know, I just... yeah. I'll shut up."

"Only for a little bit," I whisper to her.

"Yeah... think that is for the best."

She lifts herself from my side to my lap and rests her head against my chest, her fingers interlacing with mine. I have things I want to ask her, I have things I want to make sure about, but more importantly, there are things that I want to protect and the last thing I want to do to her is talk about what happened endlessly.

To sprinkle in more doubt.

But I still find it so hard, to say what I needed to say because words can only do so much I suppose.

Enough's been said from either side.

For now, we can enjoy at least something.

(Short one)