No, I think you're right. We need to talk. Yeats, right? The center cannot hold.
[ Maybe that's hyperbole. Still, it's the peculiar intent in his words that really gets her attention, makes her engage. It's almost enough to stir her nerves back into uneasy life. What are you planning, Alan?
She tucks her hair back, a few times more than is strictly necessary. It's something to do with her hands, something that isn't a caution or a threat. There's glass between them.
She's fine. They're both fine. ]
So. I'm listening.
[ Alice doesn't move an inch from the bed, though. She wants that distance. ]
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[ Maybe that's hyperbole. Still, it's the peculiar intent in his words that really gets her attention, makes her engage. It's almost enough to stir her nerves back into uneasy life. What are you planning, Alan?
She tucks her hair back, a few times more than is strictly necessary. It's something to do with her hands, something that isn't a caution or a threat. There's glass between them.
She's fine. They're both fine. ]
So. I'm listening.
[ Alice doesn't move an inch from the bed, though. She wants that distance. ]