She catches his nod easily enough, taking it as a sign to serve the ball over to him-- and she does so fairly easily. It's as if she was automated or programmed to do it.
But "selfish"...
That distracts her.
And though her eyes widen, her expression hardening for just a moment... it softens again, and she's smiling as if it's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard.]
I'd tell you anything. You know that.
[There's a brief pause as she thinks, pondering if there's a reason she should think he's selfish.
But despite the disaster that was Valentines' Day, she can think of nothing. She just looks at him expectantly, as if urging him to go on-- even if they are in the middle of a game.
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She catches his nod easily enough, taking it as a sign to serve the ball over to him-- and she does so fairly easily. It's as if she was automated or programmed to do it.
But "selfish"...
That distracts her.
And though her eyes widen, her expression hardening for just a moment... it softens again, and she's smiling as if it's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard.]
I'd tell you anything. You know that.
[There's a brief pause as she thinks, pondering if there's a reason she should think he's selfish.
But despite the disaster that was Valentines' Day, she can think of nothing. She just looks at him expectantly, as if urging him to go on-- even if they are in the middle of a game.
What happened in the dream...?]