He stiffens but doesn't pull away, so she keeps it short, and she has to wonder - not for the first time, but she wonders how he actually feels about her. If... this is some weird sort of thing, where it's not actually a thing he wants; that they're friends because she's shoe-horned herself into his life a little bit, and if she actually makes him uncomfortable.
She can't think about it, though. Not right now. "It's okay," she says after he just sort of goes forward and backtracks, and she looks so tired when he says not that I'm keeping score and of course what she thinks is that he is, somehow. He's keeping track of the things she did, and trying to make it even or something, when she just did what she thought was right.
... Then again, she thought she was doing what was right when she went into that alley. Her brows furrow when he talks about bedding, when he just sort of babbles about his house and she doesn't quite get if he's inviting her over for the afternoon or asking her to actually stay. "Spencer." She waits until they're in the cab because she needs the time to figure out what, exactly, she wants to say to hopefully get him to calm down a little bit. "Seriously, it's okay. I appreciate you making space for me, and you don't... have to do anything, okay? It'll be good just to sit somewhere and not have to worry about people staring, and- and I can just... I'll figure out tonight." She looks so damned tired, and she looks down - and realises there's blood on her hoodie, and she just makes this miserable sound, before she just closes her hand around the spot, making it so she can't see it as she looks at her hands in her lap.
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She can't think about it, though. Not right now. "It's okay," she says after he just sort of goes forward and backtracks, and she looks so tired when he says not that I'm keeping score and of course what she thinks is that he is, somehow. He's keeping track of the things she did, and trying to make it even or something, when she just did what she thought was right.
... Then again, she thought she was doing what was right when she went into that alley. Her brows furrow when he talks about bedding, when he just sort of babbles about his house and she doesn't quite get if he's inviting her over for the afternoon or asking her to actually stay. "Spencer." She waits until they're in the cab because she needs the time to figure out what, exactly, she wants to say to hopefully get him to calm down a little bit. "Seriously, it's okay. I appreciate you making space for me, and you don't... have to do anything, okay? It'll be good just to sit somewhere and not have to worry about people staring, and- and I can just... I'll figure out tonight." She looks so damned tired, and she looks down - and realises there's blood on her hoodie, and she just makes this miserable sound, before she just closes her hand around the spot, making it so she can't see it as she looks at her hands in her lap.