You didn't have to leave your food, I was going to wait for you.
[It's the first thing she says to him when he joins her outside, a slightly puzzled expression in place, like that much was a given. Fie just wants some fresh air and to give him a little space to think if he needs to do that at all. She's in no rush right now, content to stand outside and mull over what just happened. In a good way. A very good way.]
Well, it's done now anyway. Next time you can finish. [Yes, she did say next time. Meaning she already wants to do this again. That's a good sign, right? She looks over (and a little up) at him, smile same as before. Her own hands are tucked into the pockets of her coat, and she shrugs a little.]
Not anymore. I'm going to be spending it with you, right?
[There's a sort of hopeful upswing to her question, one she wouldn't have allowed to slip before their recent conversation. It's definitely something to think about. How the slight differences she's comfortable enough to portray now really allow her to express herself in little ways she wasn't quite ready for previously.
Being at ease with him and Louis is one thing. There's some vulnerability and honesty she reserves for those close to her, shown with those from her home and extended to them. The ease and swiftness of them sinking into their self appointed roles is telling, too. She can be herself around them, all peculiar, skilled, and dry humored as she wants. There's nothing stopping her.
But this is somehow a little different than all of those. By asking what he did or even confirming anything else, Fie's able to share another piece of her with someone important. It might be too soon in some aspects, possibly, yet she's letting herself try it, which is a new experience for her as it is now.]
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[It's the first thing she says to him when he joins her outside, a slightly puzzled expression in place, like that much was a given. Fie just wants some fresh air and to give him a little space to think if he needs to do that at all. She's in no rush right now, content to stand outside and mull over what just happened. In a good way. A very good way.]
Well, it's done now anyway. Next time you can finish. [Yes, she did say next time. Meaning she already wants to do this again. That's a good sign, right? She looks over (and a little up) at him, smile same as before. Her own hands are tucked into the pockets of her coat, and she shrugs a little.]
Not anymore. I'm going to be spending it with you, right?
[There's a sort of hopeful upswing to her question, one she wouldn't have allowed to slip before their recent conversation. It's definitely something to think about. How the slight differences she's comfortable enough to portray now really allow her to express herself in little ways she wasn't quite ready for previously.
Being at ease with him and Louis is one thing. There's some vulnerability and honesty she reserves for those close to her, shown with those from her home and extended to them. The ease and swiftness of them sinking into their self appointed roles is telling, too. She can be herself around them, all peculiar, skilled, and dry humored as she wants. There's nothing stopping her.
But this is somehow a little different than all of those. By asking what he did or even confirming anything else, Fie's able to share another piece of her with someone important. It might be too soon in some aspects, possibly, yet she's letting herself try it, which is a new experience for her as it is now.]