He wouldn't look at her, and she didn't know why. It bothered her, and she didn't know why. Hadn't things been less awkward than this just after she woke up memoryless? Perhaps they hadn't, and she'd only been too disoriented to tell. Perhaps she was interrupting something, this time.
"Have I come at a bad time? You seem distracted."
There was a hesitance to her tone that sounded odd even to her; she didn't think she was the type to hesitate. But she didn't want to be where she wasn't wanted.
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Date: 2007-07-18 07:31 am (UTC)"Have I come at a bad time? You seem distracted."
There was a hesitance to her tone that sounded odd even to her; she didn't think she was the type to hesitate. But she didn't want to be where she wasn't wanted.