Because you're asking someone who you believe has lost memories. Next you'll be asking me what my favourite colour is.
[ look, katherine gets that's a very pathetic attempt to change the topic of the conversation, but memories or no memories, she's not going to let him hear "you're right"! ]
[ without moving her head, katherine tries to glance down at herself. she knows from memory that she had dressed in black jeans and a black top. and if she's wearing that, well... only one can assume. ]
[ katherine crosses her arms against her chest and shifts her weight on her feet. she cocks her brow at him in a challenge, but she wiggles slightly where she stands. ]
Maybe I like a lot of colours, Stefan. [ she ignores the tears that come to her eyes or how her voice grows thick with emotion. ] I just can't remember which ones those were.
[ while she may keep her arms crossed, katherine rests her cheek heavily against his chest. she doesn't think that's true. it is important, otherwise he wouldn't be asking all of these questions and prodding and poking her as if looking for a soft spot that will trigger them to return to her. ]
It is important. [ her voice is muffled against him. ] What if I need to know my favourite colour? It's important.
[ she sniffs hard and, voice muffled, whines, ] Black isn't even a colour. It's a shade.
[ she uncrosses her arms and pinches the fabric of his shirt. how can she lose her memories and believe that, of all things? who would even let her have black as a favourite colour?
this man would. because he seems to know telling her the colour she named as her favourite is a shade would only upset her further. ]
[ katherine purses her lips as she narrows her eyes in thought. does it speak ill of her if she wants him to tell her why she likes the colour? she knows that she has to shuffle her pride to the side and let him help her. ]
[ she cracks a smile, crinkling her eyes slightly. ]
That sounds more accurate. The second one.
[ while she tries to recall those shirts and picture them clearly in her mind, she settles for honing in on that feeling of comfort and familiarity. it sounds right to her.
she scrunches up her nose and tilts her head to the side as she teases, ] Although, I think it's quite arrogant of you to assume that they were yours in the first place.
[ katherine scoffs, pulling a face that clearly shows she disagrees. ]
I may not remember much right now, but we both know that's not true. I was always around. [ she smiles, twisting on the spot. she taps his nose. ] Watching you.
[ she bites her bottom lip as she arches her brow slightly. she may not remember much, but that feels normal. she definitely fishes for compliments, doesn't she? ]
A number would be good. It'll help with my memory.
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[ look, katherine gets that's a very pathetic attempt to change the topic of the conversation, but memories or no memories, she's not going to let him hear "you're right"! ]
You could ask easier questions.
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( stefan shakes his head. )
What's your favorite color?
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Black?
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( is she guessing? )
Did you just guess at what your favorite color is?
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No. Of course not!
[ she did, stefan. she did. ]
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( it's not that hard when they've been together as long as they have. )
And I could hear the question in your voice.
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Maybe I like a lot of colours, Stefan. [ she ignores the tears that come to her eyes or how her voice grows thick with emotion. ] I just can't remember which ones those were.
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( okay, time to stop badgering her about this. he makes a face and steps closer to her, pulling her into a hug. )
It's not important. You're fine, you're absolutely fine.
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It is important. [ her voice is muffled against him. ] What if I need to know my favourite colour? It's important.
[ it could be her password. 8( ]
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( he reaches to rub her back, making soothing circles with his fingers. )
Your favorite color is black. Or dark blue.
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[ she uncrosses her arms and pinches the fabric of his shirt. how can she lose her memories and believe that, of all things? who would even let her have black as a favourite colour?
this man would. because he seems to know telling her the colour she named as her favourite is a shade would only upset her further. ]
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( he reaches to push her hair out of her face and rub his thumbs against her cheeks. )
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Why do I like that colour?
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( or really — )
Your shirts that used to be mine are that color.
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That sounds more accurate. The second one.
[ while she tries to recall those shirts and picture them clearly in her mind, she settles for honing in on that feeling of comfort and familiarity. it sounds right to her.
she scrunches up her nose and tilts her head to the side as she teases, ] Although, I think it's quite arrogant of you to assume that they were yours in the first place.
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( wow, katherine, come on. he'd had those shirts for a lot longer than they'd been together. )
Those shirts have been with me longer than our relationship right now. They were there when you weren't.
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I may not remember much right now, but we both know that's not true. I was always around. [ she smiles, twisting on the spot. she taps his nose. ] Watching you.
[ like a creep. ]
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( he says it affectionately, at least. )
A very cute stalker.
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[ she bites her bottom lip as she arches her brow slightly. she may not remember much, but that feels normal. she definitely fishes for compliments, doesn't she? ]
A number would be good. It'll help with my memory.
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( he knows you, katherine. )
So, I'm going to stick with very cute.
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How do you know? I might be very satisfied with your number! It might help me remember things.
[ like all the times she stalked him, for one. ]
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( he is not getting pulled into that if he can help it. )
It's a big number. That's all I'll say.