[ There's a challenging remark on her tongue, a comment she wants to ask him about how long he waited to recover before trying to do something, because if there's one thing she suspects it's that he's likely been trying to find a way out of here since the first day he arrived.
In other words: it takes one to know one.
But he sighs, and she bites her tongue, because it's not the time or place for her to argue with him or protest too greatly. Instead, she nods, still gnawing on the inside of her cheek, weighing over whether or not to ask him something else. ]
Would you stay?
[ She hardly expects him to carry her to her cot, as he did that night when she'd had too much to drink, but she doesn't want to fall asleep alone. ]
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In other words: it takes one to know one.
But he sighs, and she bites her tongue, because it's not the time or place for her to argue with him or protest too greatly. Instead, she nods, still gnawing on the inside of her cheek, weighing over whether or not to ask him something else. ]
Would you stay?
[ She hardly expects him to carry her to her cot, as he did that night when she'd had too much to drink, but she doesn't want to fall asleep alone. ]