(Short of getting up from the table and abruptly leaving the room there isn't much else to do but sit here and squirm for a moment. Abby looks away while she gathers her composure, one hand curled protectively around the nape of her neck; eventually it drops, to tug idly at her braid. She mumbles,) You're the first person I've said that to, (just to underscore that she really, truly, did not mean to fucking say it at all. The hell has come over her?
A pause. She has no idea whether she's saying this to save face or not but-) I didn't plan on it. He... (ururughghh no she really doesn't wanna start thinking about that night, not right now! If it isn't clear, she's mortified.
Even so, she'll try again.) We used to be together. Me and him. We were arguing about leaving Seattle and it just... happened.
[It isn't the time nor place, but still, some part of Fenris is quietly pleased that she'd say something like that to him. You're the first person I've said that to, and he'll realize later it wasn't so much a marker of intimacy as it was forced honesty, but still.]
I have had—
[Well.]
It is not quite the same. She was not attached to anyone at the time. But I have had evenings with a woman where such things just happened. Attraction is a powerful force. So is anger. And the two combined are . . . formidable.
[And maybe Astarion is rubbing off on him a little, for he cannot help but ask (sympathetically, but still):]
(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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A pause. She has no idea whether she's saying this to save face or not but-) I didn't plan on it. He... (ururughghh no she really doesn't wanna start thinking about that night, not right now! If it isn't clear, she's mortified.
Even so, she'll try again.) We used to be together. Me and him. We were arguing about leaving Seattle and it just... happened.
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I have had—
[Well.]
It is not quite the same. She was not attached to anyone at the time. But I have had evenings with a woman where such things just happened. Attraction is a powerful force. So is anger. And the two combined are . . . formidable.
[And maybe Astarion is rubbing off on him a little, for he cannot help but ask (sympathetically, but still):]
Was it worth it?
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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?