[she doesn't feel anything, but she still wants. and what she wants is to stay here, so she does, still leaning against him. her grip on the back of his shirt tightens a little.
there should be concern, or... or something, confusion, she thinks.]
... Yes. [she says, after a moment.] Hm. This is strange.
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frowns. he's exactly observant enough to notice shit like this because they're both freaks about emotion. ]
.... Are you?
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[nothing. she doesn't even frown, she just stares at him.]
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there's a little flicker of something - anger, though it's hollow and buried. ]
If you say so.
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there should be concern, or... or something, confusion, she thinks.]
... Yes. [she says, after a moment.] Hm. This is strange.
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I think someone may have cursed you, darling.
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Oh. That's good, then. [because it means she won't have to deal with overloading tomorrow.]
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It was likely well intentioned. [ but there's a notable emotional tch. ] Though I wonder how it was done.