She doesn't like it much when the tables have been turned, and it's obvious in the set of her jaw, the evasiveness of her eyes, the way her lips purse slightly.
But she didn't invite anything with an open-ended question like he did, and funnily enough, it's the shell part that bothers her the most for the moment.
Getting up, she walks over to the window and opens it about halfway. She's never seen Gren smoke and his room certainly doesn't have the ash trays hers does, so she'll just tap ash outside.
"You make it sound like I can make any guarantees."
She's never been able to make many of those.
The memory of how much she didn't want him to be dead and how desperate she felt to understand what was going on between them when she didn't remember anything is painfully vivid in her mind.
With one hand on the window frame, she languidly holds her cigarette out of the window, giving it a tap against the ledge. "I can admit it."
She just can't look back at him yet, and... maybe that's the answer he's looking for right there.
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Date: 2007-07-05 07:31 pm (UTC)But she didn't invite anything with an open-ended question like he did, and funnily enough, it's the shell part that bothers her the most for the moment.
Getting up, she walks over to the window and opens it about halfway. She's never seen Gren smoke and his room certainly doesn't have the ash trays hers does, so she'll just tap ash outside.
"You make it sound like I can make any guarantees."
She's never been able to make many of those.
The memory of how much she didn't want him to be dead and how desperate she felt to understand what was going on between them when she didn't remember anything is painfully vivid in her mind.
With one hand on the window frame, she languidly holds her cigarette out of the window, giving it a tap against the ledge. "I can admit it."
She just can't look back at him yet, and... maybe that's the answer he's looking for right there.
She should probably steel herself.