I just ate one. [ Not that that's ever stopped him before, but brain-freeze isn't a pleasant sensation. Still, she seems jittery under his gaze. In an effort to be companionable, he reaches for one from the tray. Bites into it, the icy sweetness exploding on his tongue. He chews slowly, keeping his gaze averted, fixing it instead on the deepening blue sky visible from the window. ]
[ Finally, without looking over, ]
...Are you afraid of me? [ Not as non-sequitur as it seems, given the circumstances. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ Finally, without looking over, ]
...Are you afraid of me? [ Not as non-sequitur as it seems, given the circumstances. ]