[she notices that he's looking, but what he sees is more accurately representative of the woman he met in the bar than the woman he saw in the hotel; she's slender, fit, tan, and not at all pregnant. Whatever spell had taken hold those hours at the hotel have long passed and though she takes his invitation to sit, she does so with a moment's hesitation. Not because it's a bed, but because he seems so uncomfortable.
it's as she sits that she really takes in the painting on the easel, recognizing the colors as something threatening in the sky, perhaps not exactly a thunderstorm, but it reminds her of home. of the nanotech playing with the weather, and it prompts a soft smile.]
I like that. [she nods at the object she's referring to.] It reminds me of Texas. Of the skies in Texas at night.
[and then, because she can't skirt the issue forever, she focuses her bright blue eyes on his and says, with more tenderness than she means to:] Are you okay?
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[she notices that he's looking, but what he sees is more accurately representative of the woman he met in the bar than the woman he saw in the hotel; she's slender, fit, tan, and not at all pregnant. Whatever spell had taken hold those hours at the hotel have long passed and though she takes his invitation to sit, she does so with a moment's hesitation. Not because it's a bed, but because he seems so uncomfortable.
it's as she sits that she really takes in the painting on the easel, recognizing the colors as something threatening in the sky, perhaps not exactly a thunderstorm, but it reminds her of home. of the nanotech playing with the weather, and it prompts a soft smile.]
I like that. [she nods at the object she's referring to.] It reminds me of Texas. Of the skies in Texas at night.
[and then, because she can't skirt the issue forever, she focuses her bright blue eyes on his and says, with more tenderness than she means to:] Are you okay?