[ his arm draws away, and anderson's hand falls to her side. a moment later, she falls into parade rest (back straight, shoulders back, chin lifted), message received loud and clear.
she doesn't want to fight him, but not for the reasons he seems to think she doesn't. maybe when he's less drunk and tired, he'll figure that out. maybe he won't. the state he's in, she's not certain she wants to try and explain it, or that he'd even listen. ]
[ He realizes a (sluggish) moment later that goodnight is goodbye, and that she has effectively told him that it’s time for him to leave, and that he has already agreed. The only thing for him to do, then, is to sigh at her like a dog with a cat in his bed and sidestep away for the door. ]
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she doesn't want to fight him, but not for the reasons he seems to think she doesn't. maybe when he's less drunk and tired, he'll figure that out. maybe he won't. the state he's in, she's not certain she wants to try and explain it, or that he'd even listen. ]
Goodnight, Erik.
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Goodnight.
[ He realizes a (sluggish) moment later that goodnight is goodbye, and that she has effectively told him that it’s time for him to leave, and that he has already agreed. The only thing for him to do, then, is to sigh at her like a dog with a cat in his bed and sidestep away for the door. ]