A/N: Every time I watch The Man in the Mansion, I get caught by this phrase. And when Booth says he'll have to flash the tie--which is already red--I can't help but to think how he thinks Sully to be more privileged than he is. Because he's with Bones.
And then we have Hero in the Hold, when he (kinda) accepts he loves her but hasn't told her yet.
This tiny oneshot came from explaining the latter by something Sully said 2 years ago. Had to get it out from my mind.
Too slow is worse than not slow enough.
Those had been his words.
Too slow was worse than not slow enough... Because even if she was the go-slow type, by being so slow she would probably think he wasn't interested.
But he was. Oh, boy, how he was.
True, he hadn't been interested since the beginning. He'd always thought she was hot, but in the beginning her snottiness and squintiness were too much to even consider having something with her. Then, still admiring her structure, he thought their friendship was too weak to risk it over sex.
Later, as their friendship grew, his admiration for her did as well—until one day he realized their friendship was too great to risk over something he didn't understand.
But what could he do, if now that he'd finally accepted he loved her, the whole concept of her was too overwhelming to remain silent about his feelings... and the fear of rejection so great that it overpowered the need to express his love and kept his lips sealed on the matter?
It wasn't a matter of pride. He didn't fear a "no" because he couldn't stand the confirmation of her not being attracted to him—not to mention that she probably didn't feel the same way he did.
What he really panicked about was the possibility of her reacting by hiding from him, ignoring him, rising her walls... in other words, he was afraid to lose her.
What was he to do? That was the question that played in his mind every time he stopped to think about her. Every time he found himself mesmerized by her. Every time he woke up from his dreaming about her.
Not having an answer, all he could think of was what he'd said when he'd asked him for advice on how to take her to bed. What an as$. But completely right in that single phrase.
Too slow is worse than not slow enough.
Two years since he'd heard that and it still made sense. It still haunted him.
Too slow is worse than not slow enough.
He had to tell her he loved her. He had to show her somehow.
If only he knew when the time was right.