[ there's a long, heavy silence in which he gathers his plate and the remaining scraps of dignity, and makes a swift escape from their conversation. hurt and a little bit of resentment flicker across her features briefly, but cora resists throwing anything but a clipped — ]
Fine...
[ — at his retreating shoulders.
it's not fair of him to tell her she isn't allowed to worry about him and then just go on to make her more concerned when he runs away. but she lets him go; gathers her orange juice and resolve, and goes to take a shower herself. ]
I HAVE NOTHING! timey wimey it!
Fine...
[ — at his retreating shoulders.
it's not fair of him to tell her she isn't allowed to worry about him and then just go on to make her more concerned when he runs away. but she lets him go; gathers her orange juice and resolve, and goes to take a shower herself. ]