[It's a nice room that they find themselves in, certainly nicer than the outside would indicate, but that's frequently the way of these things. Or the other way around, depending on the poison.
And true to what she'd asked for, it is quiet. James sits on the sofa and she does as well, close without quite touching. Her posture isn't as stiff, easy as she settles against the plush pillows, turned so she can face him.
She debates between starting easy, dancing around the question that feels heavy between them, or jumping into the deep end and hoping neither of them drown.] James. Why didn't you tell me?
[She knows, or is fairly sure that she does, but she needs to hear him say it. Because they haven't really talked about it. She might have, in the aftermath of that kiss on the moon, if there hadn't still been things she needed to do, or if there had been time to breathe afterward.]
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And true to what she'd asked for, it is quiet. James sits on the sofa and she does as well, close without quite touching. Her posture isn't as stiff, easy as she settles against the plush pillows, turned so she can face him.
She debates between starting easy, dancing around the question that feels heavy between them, or jumping into the deep end and hoping neither of them drown.] James. Why didn't you tell me?
[She knows, or is fairly sure that she does, but she needs to hear him say it. Because they haven't really talked about it. She might have, in the aftermath of that kiss on the moon, if there hadn't still been things she needed to do, or if there had been time to breathe afterward.]