She nods, because at this point that's clearly for the best before they hit some other snag and her defensiveness come raging out again.
There's a moment when she's looking at him a little more softly, where memories that aren't hers are prompting her to reach for him in some way, touch him in one of those secret ways they had to rely on to keep what they had private, and she has to fight to remember that that isn't real. As much as her mind might be stuck thinking a kiss goodbye should come now, there's still even sense to keep herself seated, to keep her hands to herself.
It doesn't matter how soft she remembers his lips being, he isn't hers to kiss.
"Alright, Tommy," she says, and she manages a small smile for him in return. "I'll see you around."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2016-04-04 05:16 pm (UTC)There's a moment when she's looking at him a little more softly, where memories that aren't hers are prompting her to reach for him in some way, touch him in one of those secret ways they had to rely on to keep what they had private, and she has to fight to remember that that isn't real. As much as her mind might be stuck thinking a kiss goodbye should come now, there's still even sense to keep herself seated, to keep her hands to herself.
It doesn't matter how soft she remembers his lips being, he isn't hers to kiss.
"Alright, Tommy," she says, and she manages a small smile for him in return. "I'll see you around."