[ funny how just a month or so ago, that silence had been a comfort. in many ways, it had even been a crutch, something she leaned on heavily and abused in the hopes that mere looks alone could convey all that she didn't yet know how to articulate (or all she was too afraid to put to voice, like somehow speaking it would be overstepping a line she wouldn't — shouldn't — cross).
now it almost ridicules her. reminding her of a fantasy that's been left behind.
it seems right that he would choose to do it here. to let it end where it ostensibly began. (not that a nothing could begin in the first place.) but what he ends up mentioning is so far away from her expectations, her resigned nod pauses mid-bob, and she's left staring up at him like she's waiting for the punchline of a joke that already doesn't sound like it'll be funny. ]
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now it almost ridicules her. reminding her of a fantasy that's been left behind.
it seems right that he would choose to do it here. to let it end where it ostensibly began. (not that a nothing could begin in the first place.) but what he ends up mentioning is so far away from her expectations, her resigned nod pauses mid-bob, and she's left staring up at him like she's waiting for the punchline of a joke that already doesn't sound like it'll be funny. ]
...Okay...
[ she's honestly not sure what to do with that. ]