Date: 2011-11-08 12:00 am (UTC)
George finished her coffee and set it down again.

"I'd like that," she said.

She wasn't going to push. She was going to give him space, and wait for him to come to her. If he did.

He may decide he wasn't okay with it, and she had to be okay with that, and that was one of those growing-up things she had to do, which was ironic what with being dead and all. It was only fair that he know. She figured. But it didn't make it hurt any less to think that he might never want to see her again.

Now really wasn't the time to sit and be stupid or emo. Now was the time to wrap her coat around herself and offer him the best smile she could manage.

"Let's get out of here."
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