[So this isn't his overdeveloped Boy Scout complex. Or guilt. She'd been operating under that presumption. Now it feels like someone changed the channel, and she's floundering without a guide. How does he keep doing that? And what is she supposed to say to things like that? 'Thank you'? Compliments on her work, physical appearance, things like that are fine. This -]
Well. That's...
['Sweet' is the word that nearly escapes. A term Agnes has used twice in her life, maybe.
He has very bright eyes.
Why the hell is she noticing that. That is completely irrelevant to the conversation. She tries to wave it all off, both the unhelpful observation and Keith's persistent forays back into personal. As if they're just buzzing flies. Unfortunately, they are not so easy to dismiss.]
It was a freak accident, okay? Things happen all the time. It doesn't make any of this special.
[She's dodging. Talking about the leg. Nothing else because there IS nothing else.]
no subject
Well. That's...
['Sweet' is the word that nearly escapes. A term Agnes has used twice in her life, maybe.
He has very bright eyes.
Why the hell is she noticing that. That is completely irrelevant to the conversation. She tries to wave it all off, both the unhelpful observation and Keith's persistent forays back into personal. As if they're just buzzing flies. Unfortunately, they are not so easy to dismiss.]
It was a freak accident, okay? Things happen all the time. It doesn't make any of this special.
[She's dodging. Talking about the leg. Nothing else because there IS nothing else.]