[Something changes in the way how she looks at him when he drops the word 'friend.' For a briefest beat, her weary yet defensive appearance turns into a something more soft and sincere, making her eyes look like they belong to someone younger, or is it to her actual age,-- but within a blink she's back to normal and turns her head away, burying her face to her knees.
It's not that she doesn't appreciate this or his concern. In fact, she's touched that he came to see her and doesn't really want him gone. But all of this, the emotional turmoil rummaging through her, would be so much more bearable if he didn't look her like that.]
But now that you're still here. [she mumbles to the fabric.] Pass me my cigs. They're on the table.
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[Something changes in the way how she looks at him when he drops the word 'friend.' For a briefest beat, her weary yet defensive appearance turns into a something more soft and sincere, making her eyes look like they belong to someone younger, or is it to her actual age,-- but within a blink she's back to normal and turns her head away, burying her face to her knees.
It's not that she doesn't appreciate this or his concern. In fact, she's touched that he came to see her and doesn't really want him gone. But all of this, the emotional turmoil rummaging through her, would be so much more bearable if he didn't look her like that.]
But now that you're still here. [she mumbles to the fabric.] Pass me my cigs. They're on the table.