But what if you were upset and didn't want to upset her by admitting it and lied? Either she'd sense you were lying, or she'd be letting you suffer when she could be helping and it's just a little peek to be sure. She's YOUR gardevoir so if there's anyone you can confide in it should be her, first, unless you don't trust her… Is that why you're distracted? Are you thinking about trading? Is she not doing a good enough job? Was it that incident last week with the noodles? You said it wasn't a big deal… just to make her feel better? Maybe it was a big deal. Maybe it still is. You've had her for years; don't you realize how much it hurts her when you make her worry like this and not let her have just a little peek and demand she bother you to "ask" when you're already bothered by something, she's sure, because you wouldn't be distracted looking if you weren't and she doesn't want to bother you, she wants to un-bother you, to help you never to be bothered by anything if she can. She just wants to see and feel your happiness, to know that when you think of her, you don't think of her in terms of clumsy words but a sensation, one particular, indescribable sensation. That sensation she felt when you crashed your mountain bike on a route so long ago, when you looked at her, then a ralts, carrying over the sports bottle of water that'd gone flying, it nearly as large as she was, and you took it and thanked her with a smile, and then you took a drink, and gave her a drink, and after you fixed the chain and rode away you rode away with a backpack just a little bit heavier than the one you left home with. She felt your mind the whole way to a new home, how it raced almost as fast as you rode, filled with ideas and visions of all the things you'd do together. And many of those you did do and those you didn't became other things. But then their number reduced till there were none to see, till you stopped letting her look.
That's all she wants, just a little peek.