"Maybe." Sara set the cup on the thigh still on the chair.
She studied him, not sure whether she was looking for something, or whether she was trying not to find something else. Just in the way he was sitting, the way he was looking at her. The way he looked like he did every day.Except not, too. More relaxed. He was. Even worried.
Sara leaned her head back, looking up. "Did it help?"
Option A, Option B, Option C. It was like that cup game on street corners the world over. You could point and your could ask. Make all of it the right thing. Didn't promise that it wouldn't turn up in the other two places while you weren't looking at their hands.
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Date: 2018-01-03 04:31 am (UTC)She studied him, not sure whether she was looking for something, or whether she was trying not to find something else. Just in the way he was sitting, the way he was looking at her. The way he looked like he did every day.Except not, too. More relaxed. He was. Even worried.
Sara leaned her head back, looking up. "Did it help?"
Option A, Option B, Option C. It was like that cup game on street corners the world over. You could point and your could ask. Make all of it the right thing. Didn't promise that it wouldn't turn up in the other two places while you weren't looking at their hands.