[She's not entirely sure whether to take him seriously at first, not with his gaze fixed away from her, not when what she'd love to hear in any other moment is capped like that.
And truthfully, she isn't sure what she wants, either. There are so many things she wants, and sure, one is him, or could be him –– but how on earth does she say it? She can barely tell Arthur to his face how much he matters, and that's the least complicated relationship in her life, or at least the most reliable one. She never got to figure out where she stood with Joel, not really, and she doesn't imagine she ever will. Butcher's gone. She never got to tell so many people anything. She's supposed to just figure that out?
Tess just swallows her breath. She's sure her eyes are glassy. She's never been particularly good at anything approaching a poker face in these situations, and the sting in her eyes is there even if she pretends it isn't.]
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And truthfully, she isn't sure what she wants, either. There are so many things she wants, and sure, one is him, or could be him –– but how on earth does she say it? She can barely tell Arthur to his face how much he matters, and that's the least complicated relationship in her life, or at least the most reliable one. She never got to figure out where she stood with Joel, not really, and she doesn't imagine she ever will. Butcher's gone. She never got to tell so many people anything. She's supposed to just figure that out?
Tess just swallows her breath. She's sure her eyes are glassy. She's never been particularly good at anything approaching a poker face in these situations, and the sting in her eyes is there even if she pretends it isn't.]
Fine. Talk to you later or something.