[Rey could sense Diego's anger, rolling off of him in waves. She believed it was directed at her--for lying about herself, for not being more than 'nothing.' She braced herself for whatever harsh words he might throw at her, or telling her he was ending things because...why not? Why would he want to be with someone who sort of had their shit together? Clearly, the intrusive thoughts were right.
Except, Diego didn't walk away. He sounded upset--not at her, but maybe at how she was describing herself? It was a lot to unpack and decode, with her mind completely glossing over the past where she was called his girlfriend. What shocked Rey the most was the feeling of inadequacy Diego felt towards himself. Where did he get that idea? If anything, he was out of her league! She had seen the glances and stares from the other women at the MMA fight he had. Women who were prettier than Rey, or so she thought. Not that she believed Diego to be shallow, but he could have anyone he wanted.
Then again...she thought the same with Ben, and questioned why he was with her. Damnit, she was back in that same cycle, wasn't she?
Rey looked down for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Actions spoke louder than words, but she couldn't bring herself to move from her spot on the other side of the kitchen island.]
You're right, you're not your father and I would never want you to be. [She looked up from the floor to face him, taking one small step and then another until she was right next to him.]
And if anything, you're out of my league. [There was a weak smile there, further affirming that Rey thought so little of herself.] You're kind, Diego...and honest. Both traits are very rare in this world--and you're kind not because you expect something in return, you're just...you.
[God, she hoped that made sense. Diego was great because...he just was, in her eyes.]
I don't care about money. Poe and Finn had to talk me into furnishing this place after I lived here for a year. I only had a small bed and a bean bag chair. I... [She paused, steadying herself against the kitchen island.] I don't spend money on myself. It's hard...very hard for me to spend anything that would make my life more comfortable. [Rey guarded her finances like a dragon that protected its treasure, but that was from years of growing up with very little.
Sure, she could spend money on her friends, but she would find every excuse to not spend a penny on herself.]
And I'm pretty sure Poe and Finn would like you...it's BB that you have to win over. [Rey moved one of her hands closer to Diego, waiting to see if he would take her hand in his.]
I'm sorry...I didn't mean to ruin dinner. I just...didn't want you to think I'm hiding anything. Aside from the fact I feel broken at times. But I'm trying to mend those pieces and accept them as they are.
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Date: 2025-03-06 09:42 pm (UTC)Except, Diego didn't walk away. He sounded upset--not at her, but maybe at how she was describing herself? It was a lot to unpack and decode, with her mind completely glossing over the past where she was called his girlfriend. What shocked Rey the most was the feeling of inadequacy Diego felt towards himself. Where did he get that idea? If anything, he was out of her league! She had seen the glances and stares from the other women at the MMA fight he had. Women who were prettier than Rey, or so she thought. Not that she believed Diego to be shallow, but he could have anyone he wanted.
Then again...she thought the same with Ben, and questioned why he was with her. Damnit, she was back in that same cycle, wasn't she?
Rey looked down for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Actions spoke louder than words, but she couldn't bring herself to move from her spot on the other side of the kitchen island.]
You're right, you're not your father and I would never want you to be. [She looked up from the floor to face him, taking one small step and then another until she was right next to him.]
And if anything, you're out of my league. [There was a weak smile there, further affirming that Rey thought so little of herself.] You're kind, Diego...and honest. Both traits are very rare in this world--and you're kind not because you expect something in return, you're just...you.
[God, she hoped that made sense. Diego was great because...he just was, in her eyes.]
I don't care about money. Poe and Finn had to talk me into furnishing this place after I lived here for a year. I only had a small bed and a bean bag chair. I... [She paused, steadying herself against the kitchen island.] I don't spend money on myself. It's hard...very hard for me to spend anything that would make my life more comfortable. [Rey guarded her finances like a dragon that protected its treasure, but that was from years of growing up with very little.
Sure, she could spend money on her friends, but she would find every excuse to not spend a penny on herself.]
And I'm pretty sure Poe and Finn would like you...it's BB that you have to win over. [Rey moved one of her hands closer to Diego, waiting to see if he would take her hand in his.]
I'm sorry...I didn't mean to ruin dinner. I just...didn't want you to think I'm hiding anything. Aside from the fact I feel broken at times. But I'm trying to mend those pieces and accept them as they are.