"But what happened? Did I know about it? Why did it make you think you were dying?"
Now she retracts her hand, and once it's not on his wrist, it's almost as if she doesn't know what to do with it.
She doesn't think he's dead.
Look at him. He can't possibly be, and she kind of resents the idea.
She's only a few steps away from coming across as petulant -- just from the pure frustration of not understanding -- when she nods in answer to his question. "What's your theory?"
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Date: 2007-06-30 09:56 pm (UTC)Now she retracts her hand, and once it's not on his wrist, it's almost as if she doesn't know what to do with it.
She doesn't think he's dead.
Look at him. He can't possibly be, and she kind of resents the idea.
She's only a few steps away from coming across as petulant -- just from the pure frustration of not understanding -- when she nods in answer to his question. "What's your theory?"