[Sorry Teo, but she has to scoff at the question for exactly that reason. Privacy, when he'd walked right up to her when she was asleep? Even if he said he didn't watch her then, she doesn't really know. The ease with which she talked to herself throughout their days didn't mean that she wasn't aware he could have been near enough to hear her, just unseen. He was better at all this than her, no matter how quiet and small she was used to making herself.
Maybe she should be more wary about it, especially with that achingly obvious loneliness. It mostly just hurt. Her hand rests on the metallic filigree of her book, drawn with painstaking care years ago, where she'd never put down any of the thoughts she had -- too many, sometimes -- but now she held two scraps of paper. He'd drawn animals for her.]
Who's fault has that been, huh?
[There's a shuffle and a crackle as Ryder gets up, then she grabs the knob and turns. It cracks open the littlest bit before she's stepping back to wait. Like coaxing a stray, taking it at his pace might be better for both of them in the end.]
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Maybe she should be more wary about it, especially with that achingly obvious loneliness. It mostly just hurt. Her hand rests on the metallic filigree of her book, drawn with painstaking care years ago, where she'd never put down any of the thoughts she had -- too many, sometimes -- but now she held two scraps of paper. He'd drawn animals for her.]
Who's fault has that been, huh?
[There's a shuffle and a crackle as Ryder gets up, then she grabs the knob and turns. It cracks open the littlest bit before she's stepping back to wait. Like coaxing a stray, taking it at his pace might be better for both of them in the end.]