[The scrutiny does bother her, and the silence. She can't tell what's going on in his head; he's moving so quickly between open and closed. Is there something on her face? Is he plotting the dirty things they can do together? How best to kill her? Or is he lost in that place in his mind?
She tries really, really hard to let it go. No pushing. He hates being questioned. Whatever's going on in his head is his business.
But. Seriously. What is going on? By the time she finishes her pear, she can't take it anymore. She sets her spoon down in the empty plate, a bit more emphatically than necessary.]
no subject
[The scrutiny does bother her, and the silence. She can't tell what's going on in his head; he's moving so quickly between open and closed. Is there something on her face? Is he plotting the dirty things they can do together? How best to kill her? Or is he lost in that place in his mind?
She tries really, really hard to let it go. No pushing. He hates being questioned. Whatever's going on in his head is his business.
But. Seriously. What is going on? By the time she finishes her pear, she can't take it anymore. She sets her spoon down in the empty plate, a bit more emphatically than necessary.]
Okay, what's going on?