The thing they don't talk about. Whatever it is. It's still not clear to her, but she won't push her luck, not right now. Not until she knows what sort of state Alex is in. He seems wound pretty tight. Hell, she would be too.
She should be used to his room by now. But the longer she's in here, the more uncomfortable she feels, amidst the drawings and the cameras. She has to fight the urge to fiddle with her bag, or gnaw at a finger, or to babble. With deliberate care she merely says, "It's not stupid."
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The thing they don't talk about. Whatever it is. It's still not clear to her, but she won't push her luck, not right now. Not until she knows what sort of state Alex is in. He seems wound pretty tight. Hell, she would be too.
She should be used to his room by now. But the longer she's in here, the more uncomfortable she feels, amidst the drawings and the cameras. She has to fight the urge to fiddle with her bag, or gnaw at a finger, or to babble. With deliberate care she merely says, "It's not stupid."