Dory didn't need to ask her where she was going, truthfully he wasn't even sure it was worth the effort. She was upset with his mood, he was pissed that she was keeping them locked in this eternal limbo, and there was nothing either of them could do about it. Really, he ought to continue on to his bedroom. He ought to close the door and pretend he didn't notice her changing her clothes, but Dory had never been able to ignore anything before.

He had nothing pleasant to say. There was nothing but anger and frustration in his heart as she slipped the first stocking up her foot and then the other. Space, they both needed space. He needed time to adjust to this godforsaken pain, and she needed time to - to what? It wasn't as though she'd agree to marry him in another month's time. So what then? Was it just that she needed time to figure out how to leave him? She was already fucking doing that now.

"Running away again, Win?" He muttered bitterly. "Because I asked to go out with you? God forbid someone in some godforsaken town saw us together and suspected we might have feelings for one another. The whole bloody world would come to a halt."

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