"I am sorry. I know those platitude do little to help with the loss. When I was little, I kicked a septon in the shin for the umpteenth assurance of how terrible it all was." She takes a careful sip of her coffee, and she realises quick enough that she might need to get herself another cup at this rate. Would it be too bold too quick, too open about any further intentions, if she ordered each of them one of those cinnamon rolls?
His smile is so apologetic that she wishes to wipe it away with something sweet.
She loves those parties, and she hates them, and she loves to hate them. She likes the admiring stares she catches, and the jealous ones, but she hates the conversations, the vast emptiness of the crowded rooms. That feeling seems directly related to the way she had enjoyed his company here, and how grave his absence had felt, even if they had never spoken much before this day. "You don't like the expectations of them? I always know that if someone is particularly thrilled to show up at one of them, I won't like a single word from his mouth. There is something so self-aggrandising about it at times." And she is only person worthy of such admiration, anyway. It is not aggrandising when she does it. "What did you do last week?"
He can likely tell that she is on the verge of counting two and two together, her mind picking through scrambles of news that she had heard rumours about in passing.
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Date: 2021-11-07 06:14 pm (UTC)His smile is so apologetic that she wishes to wipe it away with something sweet.
She loves those parties, and she hates them, and she loves to hate them. She likes the admiring stares she catches, and the jealous ones, but she hates the conversations, the vast emptiness of the crowded rooms. That feeling seems directly related to the way she had enjoyed his company here, and how grave his absence had felt, even if they had never spoken much before this day. "You don't like the expectations of them? I always know that if someone is particularly thrilled to show up at one of them, I won't like a single word from his mouth. There is something so self-aggrandising about it at times." And she is only person worthy of such admiration, anyway. It is not aggrandising when she does it. "What did you do last week?"
He can likely tell that she is on the verge of counting two and two together, her mind picking through scrambles of news that she had heard rumours about in passing.