[ There's something going on with her. Alec watches the movement of her face, full of microexpressions and macroexpressions, and he can tell that much. Guilt is presumably involved, somewhere. She looks generally sad in a complicated way.
He doesn't care. If there's some other secret thing bothering her so much, she can spit it out or she can swallow it. Not his problem.
He chews on his lower lip for a second and then lets out a heavy teenaged sigh, his shoulders tacking down from where they'd stayed slightly tensed all this time. Maintaining suspicion in the face of all her misery is too much effort. ]
Will you stop moping if I say yes? [ He asks, rhetorically. ] Okay, whatever. Grab my stuff and stop acting like you kicked a puppy.
[ She should know better than to grab at people she doesn't know, so it is still her fault, but he's discovering this guilt thing does nothing for him. ]
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He doesn't care. If there's some other secret thing bothering her so much, she can spit it out or she can swallow it. Not his problem.
He chews on his lower lip for a second and then lets out a heavy teenaged sigh, his shoulders tacking down from where they'd stayed slightly tensed all this time. Maintaining suspicion in the face of all her misery is too much effort. ]
Will you stop moping if I say yes? [ He asks, rhetorically. ] Okay, whatever. Grab my stuff and stop acting like you kicked a puppy.
[ She should know better than to grab at people she doesn't know, so it is still her fault, but he's discovering this guilt thing does nothing for him. ]