There's something that feels very much like an intake of breath, a brief flurry of confusion, and more than a little disappointment at that first part (as she says, he has never been good at holding back what he's feeling, when he feels things; it's just that he so often doesn't). Why hasn't she told anyone? Is it of so little importance to her? Is something else more pressing and if so first, how dare it, and second, what is it?
At her question, however, the emotion changes; a sense now of being uncomfortably confined, of mounting frustration at not simply being able to break free, though unlike the relief and the disappointment there is some small distance between the feeling and the Now.
“In an egg.” She cannot fault the honesty, surely; it is one of his few virtues.
She might, however, take issue at the relish with which he then asks “Were you searching for me?”
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At her question, however, the emotion changes; a sense now of being uncomfortably confined, of mounting frustration at not simply being able to break free, though unlike the relief and the disappointment there is some small distance between the feeling and the Now.
“In an egg.” She cannot fault the honesty, surely; it is one of his few virtues.
She might, however, take issue at the relish with which he then asks “Were you searching for me?”