Used to, was. Words that make her fingers itch to reach for her phone, so that she can text, if not call, her own brother, her living, breathing brother, who need not be spoken of in the past tense. If she had to name one fear, and if she were forced at gunpoint to be honest about it, this would be it: to be torn neatly in half by death itself. That she has another brother, one whom she would not mourn much if she was paid to do so, and one she would gladly trade for the other if the option presented itself – she doesn't consider that.
Her smile, at least, reflects that she understood the loss implied, though for all her intrusion, this seems to be a line she is yet unwilling to cross into without permission. "I thought you were more mindful of my studying than unwilling to socialise. Or yes, perhaps absorbed in your writing." Another sip of coffee, more pensive this time. "I like that. I did not feel as if I needed to entertain you for the sake of your company."
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Date: 2021-10-28 09:29 pm (UTC)Her smile, at least, reflects that she understood the loss implied, though for all her intrusion, this seems to be a line she is yet unwilling to cross into without permission. "I thought you were more mindful of my studying than unwilling to socialise. Or yes, perhaps absorbed in your writing." Another sip of coffee, more pensive this time. "I like that. I did not feel as if I needed to entertain you for the sake of your company."