She had been the one to say it but it was starting to feel like someone else had sent her exit strategy away. She was belatedly realizing that she'd indirectly agreed to discuss things when she didn't even know what there was to discuss. What she really wanted to was time to wrap her head around even a portion of what had happened in the few moments or years since she'd arrived in his fire place.
"My mother would probably like that, actually." she said with a distracted tone, smoothing her skirts in a motion that was more nervous habit than conscious choice. She wrinkled her nose when she remembered that ought to have meant her brother but Andy was Andy. Then the full understanding of what he was saying finally registered. And the expression on his face that sent something constricting in her chest.
"I swear, I didn't come tonight to berate you into... into anything." she said, woefully wringing her gloves again.
"My mother would probably like that, actually." she said with a distracted tone, smoothing her skirts in a motion that was more nervous habit than conscious choice. She wrinkled her nose when she remembered that ought to have meant her brother but Andy was Andy. Then the full understanding of what he was saying finally registered. And the expression on his face that sent something constricting in her chest.
"I swear, I didn't come tonight to berate you into... into anything." she said, woefully wringing her gloves again.