[Whatever this was- whatever it had been, she'd wrecked it. His guard was back up. Or the act had been put aside? She's never quite certain what to think of him, let alone now that she's seen this.
That burst of joy seemed so sincere. That aching loneliness couldn't have been feigned. Could it? To what end? Why would he let her see him like this, put on this act. To change how she saw him? Then why end it when he saw her?
Too many questions and not enough time to answer. She dips her head in turn, murmuring a faint apology.]
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That burst of joy seemed so sincere. That aching loneliness couldn't have been feigned. Could it? To what end? Why would he let her see him like this, put on this act. To change how she saw him? Then why end it when he saw her?
Too many questions and not enough time to answer. She dips her head in turn, murmuring a faint apology.]
It wasn't my intention to intrude.