[ She wrinkles her nose and smooths her hair self-consciously in an attempt to look at least somewhat more put-together. She's trying, here.
She follows him in almost dazedly; everything seems oddly distant this morning, including her emotions. Maybe she'd just felt all of them last night and didn't have room for any more. His question takes her by surprise, and she has to honestly think about it, which is enough of a tell that something's wrong even if she hadn't said anything. ]
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[ She wrinkles her nose and smooths her hair self-consciously in an attempt to look at least somewhat more put-together. She's trying, here.
She follows him in almost dazedly; everything seems oddly distant this morning, including her emotions. Maybe she'd just felt all of them last night and didn't have room for any more. His question takes her by surprise, and she has to honestly think about it, which is enough of a tell that something's wrong even if she hadn't said anything. ]
I don't know. Probably. It doesn't matter.