[ A tart remark that's even more layered than the huff that preceded it, and twice as sharp. A comment she almost regrets making just as soon as the words leave her mouth. He'll see that in the mirror, should he elect to her look her way, how her eyes round, apprehensive and not without a generous dash of sadness. It's disconcerting to be upset by the thought that he's grown tired of being with her that evening, and it slips through the cracks enough to show.
Silence stretches long enough for her stomach to knot grimly as they pass beneath the long stop light without stopping. ]
Besides. [ An olive branch, not a white flag. ] You're acting like I have a curfew.
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[ A tart remark that's even more layered than the huff that preceded it, and twice as sharp. A comment she almost regrets making just as soon as the words leave her mouth. He'll see that in the mirror, should he elect to her look her way, how her eyes round, apprehensive and not without a generous dash of sadness. It's disconcerting to be upset by the thought that he's grown tired of being with her that evening, and it slips through the cracks enough to show.
Silence stretches long enough for her stomach to knot grimly as they pass beneath the long stop light without stopping. ]
Besides. [ An olive branch, not a white flag. ] You're acting like I have a curfew.