[ With the closed distance, something tenses in her already mechanical posture, her attention visibly on him again, like she doesn't want him to move without her noticing it. It's strange to have him there and not know how many times per minute his heart is beating or what temperature his skin is-- it's all just empty, quite space where that data was before. It leaves her reliant on visual cues, body language and tone and other things she finds to be more difficult to interpret.
Maybe that's why she pauses again before responding, her tone mildly clipped: ]
It can't be helped. She is here, and I am here. Confrontation was inevitable. Blaming yourself is not productive.
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Maybe that's why she pauses again before responding, her tone mildly clipped: ]
It can't be helped.
She is here, and I am here.
Confrontation was inevitable.
Blaming yourself is not productive.