[Rose doesn't look at him, but she does pause in her paper shuffling, staring down at mess of notes with her lips pursed. For a moment her thoughts are suspicious, analyzing his words and tone for mockery or insincerity, could it just be a show of acting the bigger person to make her look childish?
She smothers those thoughts quietly. That defensive first instinct has served her poorly in the past. Letting a breath ease out of her as silently as possible, she keeps her eyes on her notes and resumes sifting through them.]
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She smothers those thoughts quietly. That defensive first instinct has served her poorly in the past. Letting a breath ease out of her as silently as possible, she keeps her eyes on her notes and resumes sifting through them.]
...It's fine. You were drunk.
[And so was she. But, y'know. Details.]