Hard truths

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[RP with mrsarcastic003, sometime after the talk with Tim and subsequent argument with Dick.]

After Bart left, Cissie trudged up the stairs to the apartment. She let herself in and kicked off her shoes. She had probably over-reacted, storming out like that, but she had just been so frustrated. With Tim, with Dick. With herself. And if she was honest, more than a little scared and hurt that Tim was apparently keeping something so important from her. Something Dick--who Tim was barely on speaking terms with--knew about. And judging from Tim's reactions, it wasn't something he wanted her to know.

The walk with Bart had helped, though. She was much calmer and less likely to start screaming--or crying--as soon as she saw Tim. In fact, when she had made her way through the apartment and found him waiting for her in the bedroom, all she really wanted was a hug. She leaned against the doorframe and said softly, "Hi."

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[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

Cissie laced her fingers with his and looked down at their hands. "Will you promise to ask for help if you need it?"

[mrsarcastic003]

"I promise," he said seriously, tightening his fingers around hers. "I'll be careful."

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

Cissie was quiet for a while, looking at their hands and processing everything. "Good." She squeezed his hand again. "And--thank you. For telling me."

[mrsarcastic003]

"I was going to tell you," he said, giving her a serious look. "Dick... interceding the way he did didn't change that. I just wanted to find a way to explain in my own way."

[cisskabob.livejournal.com]

"I know." Cissie leaned forward and hugged him tightly, hiding her face against his shoulder. "I trust you, Tim. I knew you were going to tell me."