Her shoulders tighten. Damn it, this is why they don't let her try to negotiate anything. To argue it further just makes her sound like she's angry that everything isn't organized in a way she approves of.
Bloody hell, sometimes she hates her own temper. Her nails scrape the wood of the table as she curls them inward.
"Fine. Not like I want to go to the trouble of spreading ill rumors about you, anyway."
Curt and definitely not making eye contact. It'd be useless to ask him if he understands how she feels, though, not when he feels so little anymore. She turns her back to him and saunters back around the other side of the table.
"I'll keep working on this, at any rate. Maybe someday, it will remind you of something more pleasant."
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Date: 18 Feb 2021 07:38 (UTC)Bloody hell, sometimes she hates her own temper. Her nails scrape the wood of the table as she curls them inward.
"Fine. Not like I want to go to the trouble of spreading ill rumors about you, anyway."
Curt and definitely not making eye contact. It'd be useless to ask him if he understands how she feels, though, not when he feels so little anymore. She turns her back to him and saunters back around the other side of the table.
"I'll keep working on this, at any rate. Maybe someday, it will remind you of something more pleasant."