(Abby exhales in a rush and returns to fucking with her braid, fiddling idly while he talks. What he says is true, it was... definitely a combination of lingering tension and being angry and– she supposes, deep down, what she really wanted was something, anything to be normal, like it used to be, before everything around her went to pieces.
But–) Nope. (Shaking her head, now.) It really wasn't, it just... made everything weird.
(She supposes she gave him more of the exact same false hope Santa Barbara did. Owen didn't deserve that. Her cheeks are still pink when she goes to scrub at her face, giving Fenris a little look over her empty bowl.) Can you keep that between us? Please?
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But–) Nope. (Shaking her head, now.) It really wasn't, it just... made everything weird.
(She supposes she gave him more of the exact same false hope Santa Barbara did. Owen didn't deserve that. Her cheeks are still pink when she goes to scrub at her face, giving Fenris a little look over her empty bowl.) Can you keep that between us? Please?