[ karen pushes away from the counter, head down, hair sliding forward despite so many attempts to tuck it back. barely even two steps and she's crowding his space. she takes the towel from him into both hands, subconsciously wrapping a corner of it around her finger.
funny, him saying that to the girl who's held a gun (and pulled the trigger) one too many times now; the girl who probably has still had more sleep in a day than he's had in a week. she wonders how much he speaks from personal experience — she's no model citizen either with the empty liquor bottles one could find at any time in her apartment. ]
Maybe I'm not the one who needs that advice.
[ her gaze turns up, realizing now how close she stands. she can see the crook of his nose, how many times it's no doubt been knocked out of place. but she still looks straight to his eyes, tired with an honesty to them. ]
You could stay. [ the forwardness of the suggestion isn't lost on her, but there's still a too-long pause before her clarification. ] If you need the rest. I might actually sleep better.
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funny, him saying that to the girl who's held a gun (and pulled the trigger) one too many times now; the girl who probably has still had more sleep in a day than he's had in a week. she wonders how much he speaks from personal experience — she's no model citizen either with the empty liquor bottles one could find at any time in her apartment. ]
Maybe I'm not the one who needs that advice.
[ her gaze turns up, realizing now how close she stands. she can see the crook of his nose, how many times it's no doubt been knocked out of place. but she still looks straight to his eyes, tired with an honesty to them. ]
You could stay. [ the forwardness of the suggestion isn't lost on her, but there's still a too-long pause before her clarification. ] If you need the rest. I might actually sleep better.