The actual act of trying wasn't one Melody had given much thought to over the past week. She'd been concentrated on doing it, yes, but the actual logistics hadn't mattered as much when she was still mostly convinced it wouldn't happen. They'd been here before, after all, and without meaning to they hadn't followed through on any of the promises to fix things.

She turned in her chair in turn, their knees now touching as they faced one another fully. Her hands fell from the table and into her lap, her spine nearly rigid from both her corset and the tension. "I'm not sure," Melody answered genuinely. "We can't just jump in and suddenly act as though we're in love. It has to be sincere this time, I think. Maybe we should start by not avoiding one another? What were you thinking?"

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