[ Whenever people say 'orgy' she thinks back to her parents, to her dad's love of all things Ancient Roman, and inevitably, to his death when Alice shocked the Lamprey out of him. Sad, yes, but not the memory that Eliot thinks of. A threesome is so much more intimate than an orgy.
The small talk actually soothes her, giving her time to shove her emotions to the back of her mind to address never, if she's lucky. Taking in the apartment helps too, because it's more immediate, it's tangible.
Like his hand at the bonfire. She shoots him a quick, strained smile, because that memory is still... it's recent. It hurts. ]
I needed it too. [ A shaky sigh. ] Thanks for not pushing me away.
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The small talk actually soothes her, giving her time to shove her emotions to the back of her mind to address never, if she's lucky. Taking in the apartment helps too, because it's more immediate, it's tangible.
Like his hand at the bonfire. She shoots him a quick, strained smile, because that memory is still... it's recent. It hurts. ]
I needed it too. [ A shaky sigh. ] Thanks for not pushing me away.
[ She's still afraid any of them will. ]