a reason

why do you always do that?
do what, exactly?
cut me off--avoid the answers i actually wanted. even for the simplest questions.

she turned away, closing her eyes. i just..get scared sometimes.
he seemed offended from the start. you're scared, of me? but why?
i didn't say i was scared of you. nevermind--you don't understand.
try me.
it's because i trust you.
oh, well in that case, i'm flattered.
i'm sure. but i'll take my sarcasm medium-rare, if you don't mind.
you realise that doesn't make any sense?
doesn't it?
he thought for a moment--no. if you trust someone, one would think that would be a positive point.
one might, even i might, and perhaps it is. but by trusting someone, i give them more power over me than i'm used to handing out.

there was a deep silence for a few minutes, then he walked her out. they exchanged glances while standing in the doorway.
alright, he started quietly. and what of faith?
even faith has her limits.
oh?
of course. she needs a reason to exist.
what do you want then?
i want a reason

...goodnight