The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Carver Amell]

"It's okay to be broken," he says, gently. "It is. I'm broken too."

[Merrill]

He is? But... "You're so strong and... determined," she whispers.

[Carver Amell]

"Maybe," he says, shrugging a little. "But I'm also broken. You can be strong, too, I think."

[Merrill]

"Oh." She sounds completely stumped by that idea. Or possibly ideas- both that someone could be broken and strong anyway and that she could be strong at all. "...really?"

[Carver Amell]

He nods. "I'm sure of it. You've survived a long time already."

[Merrill]

She's quiet again for a few moments, then finally asks something she's been wondering for weeks now. "Why did you help me? Why do you care? What do you want from me?"

[Carver Amell]

"I-- I like you," he says, quietly. "You're pretty, and... and kind. You helped me, when nobody else could. I want-- I want to be with you. As a man and woman are."

[Merrill]

"You want to have sex with me," Merrill says bluntly, considering the idea. He's... he's really pretty. And warm and solid and... strong. Which is... a little scary. What if... what if he...But... he's nice too. And he... he's like me. Broken inside. And he was female before, sorta, so... so maybe he understands better... She looks up at him, big eyes red and blurry from her weeping. "It scares me. Sex."

[Carver Amell]

"I don't-- I mean, I do, but I want to be with you. I want to date, maybe get married someday, have a kid. Not j-just sex. And-- and sex doesn't have to be scary. It can just be... nice."

[Merrill]

"...date?" Merrill asks in a tiny voice, a faint blush on her cheeks. "In- in p-public? With m-me?" He wants to... date me?

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah," he says, "of course. That's what I came here to ask, if you'd be... if you'd be interested."

[Merrill]

Heart beating rapidly, she buries her face against his shoulder again. She mumbles something unintelligible... and nuzzles him.

[Carver Amell]

"hmm?" he asks, gently. Please be a yes...

[Merrill]

Merrill takes a deep breath and peeks up at him. She's smiling shyly. "...okay," she whispers, nervous but hopeful. Maybe... maybe he won't... won't be like... No, Carver isn't anything like Jovan. He's not. It'll be nice. A real date. "W-w-what do y-you w-w-want t-t-to-to d-do?"

[Carver Amell]

"W-we could, um... go to a cafe?" he asks, shyly, thinking of his twin.