The agreement doesn't do much to further convince her. Honestly, there's not much that could, short of witnessing them come back herself. It's unsettling, how little certainty there is from day to day for them.
It's the probing that draws her up short, though. Of course he doesn't let her half a sentence slide. Of course he has to ask about it. She clasps her hands together, her frown deepening. Her knuckles are pale from the force of her grip. Can she tell him? She doesn't know. She's never been very open with him, and she doesn't know if she even knows how to be.
In the end, she can't do it. She can't force the words out, so she just shakes her head and leaves them bottled up and pressing against her chest. "It's nothing," she finally mutters, her brow furrowing. Maybe that will be enough to get him to drop it.
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It's the probing that draws her up short, though. Of course he doesn't let her half a sentence slide. Of course he has to ask about it. She clasps her hands together, her frown deepening. Her knuckles are pale from the force of her grip. Can she tell him? She doesn't know. She's never been very open with him, and she doesn't know if she even knows how to be.
In the end, she can't do it. She can't force the words out, so she just shakes her head and leaves them bottled up and pressing against her chest. "It's nothing," she finally mutters, her brow furrowing. Maybe that will be enough to get him to drop it.