[ oh, he's . . . upset. and she watches, legs still folded underneath her on the couch, as he limps his way toward the door, and she turns slightly, resting her chin on the back of the couch to watch him. ]
I'm okay.
[ evenly enough; mostly to maintain neutrality, but also to reassure him that she's fine . . . because he cares, for some reason? who knows. it has been the most bizarre week of her life.
but she soon continues, voice a little quieter, almost thoughtful, when he comes back with their noodles, and as the bag is set on the coffee table, she turns back to face him, watching his face. ]
You are a kind person.
[ her tone is somewhat apologetic, because she had been somewhat standoffish when they first met . . . but there's clearly something about him that cares. at least enough to let her sleep here for free.
but before she says more on that, she changes the subject. ]
no subject
I'm okay.
[ evenly enough; mostly to maintain neutrality, but also to reassure him that she's fine . . . because he cares, for some reason? who knows. it has been the most bizarre week of her life.
but she soon continues, voice a little quieter, almost thoughtful, when he comes back with their noodles, and as the bag is set on the coffee table, she turns back to face him, watching his face. ]
You are a kind person.
[ her tone is somewhat apologetic, because she had been somewhat standoffish when they first met . . . but there's clearly something about him that cares. at least enough to let her sleep here for free.
but before she says more on that, she changes the subject. ]
How much were the noodles?