[ There's more to it then she says, of course, because it rarely ever is as cut and dry. Straight-forward enough, it's the most of it - the part of it she's willing to tell herself. But physicality is something she still struggles with, in any meaning of the word. ]
[ More platonic acts like hand-holding or hugging were things foreign to her for so long. She's began to learn to give and accept them, but with people she trusts. This game then is, perhaps, worse. Romantic or otherwise, her experience in such manners is little. Her willingness for such closeness - debatable. Some part of her wanted touch yes, but she can't deny that such things still set off some trigger; A desire to flinch, fight, or both. ]
[ Lifelong trauma and being tortured sticks to you, rather you want it to or not. ]
[ She does not think Gray is dangerous. She does not think the girl means harm. It is not a fear of her that has her response, which is why when the girl speaks up she tilts her head back towards her. Dark eyes unreadable as she listens. ]
[ She must want the prize then. Nebula hesitates, frowns. ]
What's in it for me?
[ Grumpily - or near enough. It's not a no, because if it was a no Nebula is a straight-forward enough person she would have walked away saying as much. But she doesn't want to sound too willing to help either, in such frivolous matters. ]
no subject
[ More platonic acts like hand-holding or hugging were things foreign to her for so long. She's began to learn to give and accept them, but with people she trusts. This game then is, perhaps, worse. Romantic or otherwise, her experience in such manners is little. Her willingness for such closeness - debatable. Some part of her wanted touch yes, but she can't deny that such things still set off some trigger; A desire to flinch, fight, or both. ]
[ Lifelong trauma and being tortured sticks to you, rather you want it to or not. ]
[ She does not think Gray is dangerous. She does not think the girl means harm. It is not a fear of her that has her response, which is why when the girl speaks up she tilts her head back towards her. Dark eyes unreadable as she listens. ]
[ She must want the prize then. Nebula hesitates, frowns. ]
What's in it for me?
[ Grumpily - or near enough. It's not a no, because if it was a no Nebula is a straight-forward enough person she would have walked away saying as much. But she doesn't want to sound too willing to help either, in such frivolous matters. ]