Anything.
"Can you forgive me?"
John recoiled. For what?
"For being a hardheaded, narcissistic, single-minded, emotionally repressed nightmare? And don't tell me that I'm not. " She sniffed again. "I'm a symphath. I'm good at reading people. Can you ever forgive me?"
There's nothing to forgive.
"You're so wrong. "
Then color me used to it. Have you seen the fools I live with?
She laughed and he loved the sound. "Why have you hung in with me through everything--wait, maybe I know the answer to that one. You can't cho
ose who you bond with, can you. "
Her sad voice trailed off.
As Xhex's eyes stayed locked on that Kleenex in her hand, she started to unfold what she had done to it, opening up the shapes she'd made from its corners and flat stretches.
He brought up his hands, getting ready to sign--
"I love you. " Her gunmetal gray stare lifted to his. "I love you and I'm sorry and thank you. " She laughed in a short, harsh burst. "Check me out, being all ladylike. "
John's heart thumped so loudly in his ribs, he nearly glanced out in the hallway to see whether a marching band was going by.
Xhex's head eased back onto the pillows. "You've always done the right thing by me. I've just been too wrapped up in my own drama to be able to accept what's been in front of me the whole time. That or too much of a wimp to do anything about it. "
John was having a hard time believing what he was hearing. When you wanted something or someone as badly as he did her, you were liable to translate things wrong--even if they were in your native tongue.
What about your end game? he signed.
She took a deep breath. "I think I'd like to change my plans. "
How? Oh, God, he thought, please say--
"I'd like you and me to be my end game. " She cleared her throat. "It's easier to check out. Just do yourself and be done with the whole living- breathing thing. But I'm a fighter, John. Always have been. And if you'll have me. . . I'd like to fight with you. " She extended her hand to him, palm up. "So what do you say. How'd you like to sign on for a symphath?"
Fucking. Bingo.
John grabbed that hand of hers and brought it to his lips, kissing the thing hard. Then he put it over his heart, and as she kept it there, he signed, I thought you'd never ask, you meathead.
Xhex laughed again and then he was smiling so hard his cheeks felt like they were full of buckshot.
Gingerly, he gathered her to his chest and held her with care.
"God, John. . . I don't want to fuck this up, and I have a bad track record with so much. "
He pulled back and stroked her silky, curling hair from her face. She looked so damned anxious--which was not how he wanted her to be feeling at a moment like this.
We're going to work it out. Now and in the future.
"I hope so. Shit, I've never told you this, but I had a lover once. . . . It wasn't like you and me, but it was a relationship beyond just physical stuff. He was a Brother--he was a good male. I didn't tell him about what I was, which was so not fair. I just didn't think anything would come of it. . . and I was totally wrong. " She shook her head. "He tried to save me, he tried so damned hard. He ended up going into that colony to get me, and when he found out the truth, he just. . . lost it. Dropped out of the Brotherhood. Disappeared. I don't even know if he's still alive. That's the main reason I've fought this. . . thing. . . between you and me. I lost Murhder, and it nearly killed me--and I didn't feel for him half of what I do for you. "
This was good, John thought. Not that she'd had to go through all that--Christ, no way. But now their past made even more sense--and it made him trust better where they were now.
I'm so sorry, but I'm glad you told me. And I'm not whoever that was.