"And then there's the sex. I mean, sure it says it wants to mirror my rapes scenes with some healing sex for a pleasingly symmetrical emotional plot arc, but all it really wants is a roll in the hay."
Fluff nodded its witty banter in sympathy. Comfort could be insensitive at times, often having more in common with Fluff's own on-again, off-again partner, PWP, than with Hurt itself. "But Comfort needs you," it tried.
"Really?"
"Really. Without you, Comfort's nothing. It needs you more than you need it, and believe me, Comfort knows that."
"I know." Hurt sighed. "And when it wraps its emotionally charged unspoken promises around me, it's like I'm a whole new genre. I just don't know if that's enough."
"Well, look at it from its point of view. It sees you cozying up to Deathfic, and yet it still comes back to you. It sees you with your lingering mental pain draped all over Angst, and yet it still comes back to you. It sees you with your bereavement half way up my original character, and yet it still comes back to you. If that isn't love, what is?"
Hurt smiled weakly. Maybe Comfort did deserve another chance. After all, if it didn't work out, Deathfic would still be waiting for it.
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