Title: Honesty
by melymbrosia

Summary: For Jerry
Unbeta'd.

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*You said my science kept you honest,* she said, and
he didn't even feel it till later, the knife that slid
in when she made it only about the work.  He can
remember the heat of her breath on his lips, so close,
so fucking close.  Twisted up with shame because he
can't wish it away even now.  Better that than
nothing.

And now.  And now.  *You're making this personal,* he
tells her, and he knows how stupid it sounds even
before he finishes saying it.  

As if the problem isn't that she doesn't want to make
it personal enough.