Oh fuck.

Winnie's stomach dropped, the anxiety over their situation swirling unpleasantly once more. Their current status quo was fragile at best, even if it was comfortable. Win was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was clearly feeling it too, moving away from her and she hated that she made him feel that way. This was their problem, they danced around one another, afraid to hit a wave. "I don't need any more space, but a bigger office might be a good idea for you." Winnie didn't enjoy taking up too much space, his space. She left things here for convenience, but tried to keep it neat and organized, out of the way, tucked in a drawer or a closet.

This wasn't helping her sort her thoughts, but she did think it was a good opportunity to broach the subject of taking next steps. Gnawing at her bottom lip, she wished he hadn't moved away, she could use the contact she was used to now, but then again she couldn't blame him either. "I think we need to talk about what happens next," about that ring in the box in his bedside table that taunted her through the wood. "This," she motioned around her, meaning their quiet nights in, her semi-regular presence in his space. But that didn't give way naturally to a next step like it should and so she pushed on, "Is good, it's comfortable, but I think we both know it can't stay like this."