[ she hadn't meant to fall under his responsibility like that. sure, he had offered and she had accepted, but by now he knows better than anyone that the last thing marta wants is for someone to feel burdened by her — regardless if it's just about her inability to lie or something far greater. seeing the tension around his eyes, firming up the line of his lips has a far more sobering effect than the brush with that other man ever had.
he was the first to put back the distance between them, but once again she meets him halfway by widening it further, moving back towards the table to grab for the whiskey bottle like she isn't extra eager to replace the warmth he'd just taken away with him. (since when has his absence been more of a shock than his presence?) ]
You're overthinking it, [ comes her quiet reply, tipping the bottle over to properly pour him a glass that she soon offers like an olive branch. ] You looked fine from where I was standing.
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he was the first to put back the distance between them, but once again she meets him halfway by widening it further, moving back towards the table to grab for the whiskey bottle like she isn't extra eager to replace the warmth he'd just taken away with him. (since when has his absence been more of a shock than his presence?) ]
You're overthinking it, [ comes her quiet reply, tipping the bottle over to properly pour him a glass that she soon offers like an olive branch. ] You looked fine from where I was standing.