"I think I worried more that she would come back for you," she replies, answering his unasked question with an easy sort of accuracy. "For him too, a bit."
She laughs quietly, a shared nervous habit, and her hands still in the soapy water.
"Him I could hold, perhaps. But you? You were not mine, and I - I worried."
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Date: 2007-08-23 10:50 pm (UTC)She laughs quietly, a shared nervous habit, and her hands still in the soapy water.
"Him I could hold, perhaps. But you? You were not mine, and I - I worried."
She does that often.