The answer's automatic, not something that she feels particularly authentic about. His glance is a cute one, though, and she's able to push up a smile as she steps forward again to slip her arms under his and around his back. She might cheat a little, too, just by the barest bit, to allow this to feel warmer for him than it does for her.
She still feels bad, something in her pitted out as she struggles to fill the space back in. She can't be lonely again, she can't have everything ripped away again, so home has to be worth giving up based on a whim, based on a fear. Right? Right. And she'll wake up better tomorrow, an increasingly tenuous prospect that she has no better choice than to follow through on. Common thread.
"I'm going to head home. I'm not party material any more."
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The answer's automatic, not something that she feels particularly authentic about. His glance is a cute one, though, and she's able to push up a smile as she steps forward again to slip her arms under his and around his back. She might cheat a little, too, just by the barest bit, to allow this to feel warmer for him than it does for her.
She still feels bad, something in her pitted out as she struggles to fill the space back in. She can't be lonely again, she can't have everything ripped away again, so home has to be worth giving up based on a whim, based on a fear. Right? Right. And she'll wake up better tomorrow, an increasingly tenuous prospect that she has no better choice than to follow through on. Common thread.
"I'm going to head home. I'm not party material any more."