[ She’s prepared for him to tell her to go. Look at her with some kind of disappointment, anger, distaste. She’s watching him curiously for his reaction, some morbid curiosity or sense of getting what she deserves.
She’s sure as hell not expecting him to ask for her to sit. She stares at him a moment, brow cocking.
You want to sit and talk about it?
[ She hesitates, skeptical even as she crosses the room and sinks down into the cushion next to him. ]
no subject
She’s sure as hell not expecting him to ask for her to sit. She stares at him a moment, brow cocking.
You want to sit and talk about it?
[ She hesitates, skeptical even as she crosses the room and sinks down into the cushion next to him. ]