[ He does have that sense about him, a vague memory of Vincent's tousled dark hair and sheepish expression; even if she's totally over that cheating sack of scum, there's something in her chest that tenses at the idea of a man, however similar or not, escaping away from her with so many hurried apologies. She doesn't like that it reminds her that she's alone here--she doesn't like that she's alone here, and there's an easy way to fix it.
Disgruntled, she peels back more of the sleeping bag, letting it sink in around her hips, and angles her best woefully sad gaze across the length of the narrow tent, her arm falling down slowly into her lap. ]
I don't think there's anywhere else for you to sleep, though. And truthfully, I'm a little afraid of this place...
[ She presses her lips together, bows her head down to look at her lap.]
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[ He does have that sense about him, a vague memory of Vincent's tousled dark hair and sheepish expression; even if she's totally over that cheating sack of scum, there's something in her chest that tenses at the idea of a man, however similar or not, escaping away from her with so many hurried apologies. She doesn't like that it reminds her that she's alone here--she doesn't like that she's alone here, and there's an easy way to fix it.
Disgruntled, she peels back more of the sleeping bag, letting it sink in around her hips, and angles her best woefully sad gaze across the length of the narrow tent, her arm falling down slowly into her lap. ]
I don't think there's anywhere else for you to sleep, though. And truthfully, I'm a little afraid of this place...
[ She presses her lips together, bows her head down to look at her lap.]
Won't you stay?