[ His words and his actions don’t really line up in her head. Maybe he is honestly trying, but for all she knows he is one of the many that says the opposite of what they mean. She thinks she’s a little like that too. But the fear of this being some sort of trap, a terrible cruel mind game that one slip will have her in a world of pain is still in the front of her mind.
The offer to do something does make her looks up at him, miserable, but also searching his face trying to find out if there’s any sincerity to it. Her brows crease, her face not nearly as well guarded as his, even despite the sunglasses.
It's not real.
Finally, she decides that it does come from a place of care, no matter how awkward and stilted the interaction is now. ]
Please just tell me where I can find a sink.
[ Asking too much is something she really doesn't want on her conscious. But the feel of cold water on her face would be extremely welcome. And then they can part and both pretend this never occurred and they'd be happier for it. ]
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The offer to do something does make her looks up at him, miserable, but also searching his face trying to find out if there’s any sincerity to it. Her brows crease, her face not nearly as well guarded as his, even despite the sunglasses.
It's not real.
Finally, she decides that it does come from a place of care, no matter how awkward and stilted the interaction is now. ]
Please just tell me where I can find a sink.
[ Asking too much is something she really doesn't want on her conscious. But the feel of cold water on her face would be extremely welcome. And then they can part and both pretend this never occurred and they'd be happier for it. ]
If I can inconvenience you one more time.