No. [ it's not bitter, but — caroline hadn't had friends when she was locked up in a cage in brady's van, either. this is just an extension of that same isolation, only. weirder. ] I don't.
[ if there were any logical reason for her to suspect he was lying, caroline doesn't spot it. his confidence carries the lie over her head like a sailing kite, and as hungry as she feels, her senses aren't tuned well enough to catch even an errant heartbeat right now. she'd really have to focus, and he'd have to slip up.
since neither happens, she lets his name settle into her memory without missing a beat. ]
Malone. [ as if testing the way it sounds on her tongue, her face tipping up to peer at the hand that's found its way onto the crown of her head. not pushing it away, just aware. there's an obvious intensity in the way her gaze zeroes in on his wrist, though, the scent of his skin so close to her mouth very much a distraction. ]
You're not new.
[ he doesn't smell like the safehouse. there's the faint hint of the faux leather still clinging to his skin, but there's more to it than that. grass, exhaust — the world beyond this place. ]
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[ if there were any logical reason for her to suspect he was lying, caroline doesn't spot it. his confidence carries the lie over her head like a sailing kite, and as hungry as she feels, her senses aren't tuned well enough to catch even an errant heartbeat right now. she'd really have to focus, and he'd have to slip up.
since neither happens, she lets his name settle into her memory without missing a beat. ]
Malone. [ as if testing the way it sounds on her tongue, her face tipping up to peer at the hand that's found its way onto the crown of her head. not pushing it away, just aware. there's an obvious intensity in the way her gaze zeroes in on his wrist, though, the scent of his skin so close to her mouth very much a distraction. ]
You're not new.
[ he doesn't smell like the safehouse. there's the faint hint of the faux leather still clinging to his skin, but there's more to it than that. grass, exhaust — the world beyond this place. ]