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You wake up with her breath too hot on your face and you think, this is the kind of love that kills people. Because here is what you've always wanted in the wrong packaging and maybe if you could get the box open, get your hands on what's inside you might be satisfied but, as it stands, hot breath smelling like sleep and carefully planned personal space now dissolved is the closest you'll get.
She stirs and the sunlight is hitting her face. It must burn. This sun is nothing like yours but you've been on this planet for a few weeks and the heat and light is still enough to make you queasy after three dark cavern years. You could touch her now, pull her closer to you out of the path of the sun and maybe into your own orbit. You are empty space and hollow asteroid bones and what gets sucked in never gets back out.
But no. You're the one who has been drawn in, again. You should've stayed home with your own girlfriend instead of being here wanting. Vriska probably doesn't even remember the night before, how she called you already unintelligible-drunk.
She'd told you Terezi had fought with her about something and had disappeared to get some space. Trying to get more out of her was music in a dangerous way, prodding to find the right note when the wrong one might blow up in your face or strip you so bare even this oblivious spider would notice you caught in her web. And you'd nearly made it through the minefield (she had, at least, put down her drink and wasn't crying as hard) when she decided you couldn't leave.
You can't abandon me tonight too, she says, and you pet her hair.
Rose says she understands when you call to tell her, but what she really means is I know and You aren't getting out of this conversation later. You can hope. But for the time being you can carry Vriska up to her bed and, when she grabs your hand to tug you down with her, you can make sure there is a space between you to put your morals in. It's the least you can do