[She's not sure how long she's been on the floor. She knows she didn't fall asleep, but things feel definitely -- later. Her hand pushes herself up into a lean, staring at the door. Maybe if she's quiet he'll go away.
She doesn't want him to go away, but she doesn't want him to see her like this either. Does he know? Did he know when he asked her if she wanted the bite -- if she'd say yes again?
With that question starting to already burn in her mind, she rises to her feet and pushes her hair out of her face. Her crying has stopped, but the evidence is clear on her face. The stains of salt on her cheeks and the slight press of a seam in her cheek from where she'd been lying on the floor.
She doesn't stop to fix any of that, she just moves to open the door.]
Yes? [She shakes her head.] What did - I mean, hi. [She can't just start off asking him if he knew.]
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She doesn't want him to go away, but she doesn't want him to see her like this either. Does he know? Did he know when he asked her if she wanted the bite -- if she'd say yes again?
With that question starting to already burn in her mind, she rises to her feet and pushes her hair out of her face. Her crying has stopped, but the evidence is clear on her face. The stains of salt on her cheeks and the slight press of a seam in her cheek from where she'd been lying on the floor.
She doesn't stop to fix any of that, she just moves to open the door.]
Yes? [She shakes her head.] What did - I mean, hi. [She can't just start off asking him if he knew.]