[ She listens, quietly following behind as he begins to walk away. He's like Boxer, in some respects — someone that easily fills up the silence that she leaves behind. With the power to make commentary about anything they have in the room ( a knife block, for crying out loud ). Their necessity to divert the conversation as necessary.
Technically, they've even died once.
She's still angry. Less for their last conversation, and more because of circumstances outside of his control; she's aware of her own irrationality, but that doesn't hinder her in any way. Some spiteful part of her wants to call him out on exactly what he's doing, because she's seen it so many times. It takes a surprising amount of restraint not to follow up on it.
So, she compromises. Keeps the conversation on the correct trajectory, but her intent is to poke and prod. No one's ever applauded for her altruism, for her ability to play nice. She types her response while he casually mentions their old home. She glances up at him, and tenses her jaws.
Eventually, she taps him on the shoulder, the screen already turned for him to read. ]
It's a little late for a housewarming party. [ Just saying. ]
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Technically, they've even died once.
She's still angry. Less for their last conversation, and more because of circumstances outside of his control; she's aware of her own irrationality, but that doesn't hinder her in any way. Some spiteful part of her wants to call him out on exactly what he's doing, because she's seen it so many times. It takes a surprising amount of restraint not to follow up on it.
So, she compromises. Keeps the conversation on the correct trajectory, but her intent is to poke and prod. No one's ever applauded for her altruism, for her ability to play nice. She types her response while he casually mentions their old home. She glances up at him, and tenses her jaws.
Eventually, she taps him on the shoulder, the screen already turned for him to read. ]
It's a little late for a housewarming party. [ Just saying. ]