[She tries not to let that feel like a rejection. It still does anyway, even if she hasn't confessed anything to him. The quiet settles between them for a few prolonged moments, until the silence feels smothering. Her hand presses against the side of her head and she rests her elbow against the bar. Eyes don't look over to him, but stay trained in on her half-full glass.]
We are.
[Expecting him to ever be able to move past his family isn't something she should put on him. But she can't hide her disappointment completely, and it stems from the fact he can't actually answer a question she shouldn't be springing on him here and now. Maybe she can blame it on reading into the heightened affection between them, if he asks.]
Just...forget I asked, alright? It's not important.
[And she's sorry, but she doesn't voice that. He had told her before to save her apologies for the really big things.]
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We are.
[Expecting him to ever be able to move past his family isn't something she should put on him. But she can't hide her disappointment completely, and it stems from the fact he can't actually answer a question she shouldn't be springing on him here and now. Maybe she can blame it on reading into the heightened affection between them, if he asks.]
Just...forget I asked, alright? It's not important.
[And she's sorry, but she doesn't voice that. He had told her before to save her apologies for the really big things.]