[Strangely enough, her laughter doesn't do anything but relax him somewhat - he's expecting it to be followed up with a joke or sarcasm or snark, the topic to be brushed upon and moved right over or at the very least danced around for a while. So as it slides into something real and earnest his expression comes along for the ride. A vaguely, barely expectant and amused look and then onward to carefully blank but not suspicious. And then to where he's removing himself from the problem and looking at it factually, eyes half glazed over and one side of his jaw tight in thought.
For all of the facts present the conclusion ends up being: as many ways as he tries to circle it, find the loophole, can come up with enough counterarguments to shut her down - she's right. But more than the fact that she's right is the fact that she's right, and damn it all, he cares about the second part just as much.
After nearly a minute of spacing out he looks up at her.]
No.
[He doesn't want to relapse and get withdrawals, no. Of course that's not agreement with anything other than the fact that, yes, relapsing would suck. And what she's saying makes sense - hell, she's totally right. He wants to listen, even, would love nothing better to go to therapy except for the part where he wouldn't and of course can't lie to her about the lengths he'd go to Not Go.]
Be willin' risk it, though.
[He does not want to blab everything to a stranger even more than he despises any sort of risk.]
no subject
For all of the facts present the conclusion ends up being: as many ways as he tries to circle it, find the loophole, can come up with enough counterarguments to shut her down - she's right. But more than the fact that she's right is the fact that she's right, and damn it all, he cares about the second part just as much.
After nearly a minute of spacing out he looks up at her.]
No.
[He doesn't want to relapse and get withdrawals, no. Of course that's not agreement with anything other than the fact that, yes, relapsing would suck. And what she's saying makes sense - hell, she's totally right. He wants to listen, even, would love nothing better to go to therapy except for the part where he wouldn't and of course can't lie to her about the lengths he'd go to Not Go.]
Be willin' risk it, though.
[He does not want to blab everything to a stranger even more than he despises any sort of risk.]