( the answer comes to her with a nihilist's wry sense of precision, a pessimist's dark humor. what comes after knowing something in its entirety? )

Boredom.

( she answers, though in the echoing chamber of their connected minds, the real answer — disappointment.

everyone is their own tragedy, she's learned that. the more interesting they are, usually the worse off. frank is like that. she can see all the ways interweaving herself with him could go wrong, all the red flags, all the do not enter signs illuminated with neon blinkers. but parisa isn't the type to change her opinion, or go back on a decision — she's decided her curiosity outweighs her safety, which it usually does. )

It's not easy to know everything about someone, though. That's the age old truth of humans: they surprise you, one way or the other. Usually for the worse. ( she lifts her hands up, even in heels standing short, gliding her fingers through the hair at the sides of his head. he looks very well put together, which she likes. ) Sometimes not. Question for you — have you ever been the boy on your knees, with a gun in your mouth?