[She hadn't wanted company today. Not after this morning, when catching Clint trying to slip out had left her feeling raw and uneasy and unhappy. He was gone now; she'd heard him leave, and she was regretting that she'd let him go with this still hanging between them. Maybe she should have apologized after all...
The sound of James' voice through her door had her eyes sliding shut in misery for a moment because she wasn't sure she was up to this. Not right now. She was only going to make things worse and there was a very large part of her tempted to just hide, pretend she wasn't home, to let him go away.
But that wasn't her. It wasn't right, and he deserved better than that. Especially from her. So she pushed herself off the bed and padded across the room to open the door. Even if she stayed partially behind it in an instinctive reaction of defensiveness, her green eyes tired and hesitant as she searched his face.]
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The sound of James' voice through her door had her eyes sliding shut in misery for a moment because she wasn't sure she was up to this. Not right now. She was only going to make things worse and there was a very large part of her tempted to just hide, pretend she wasn't home, to let him go away.
But that wasn't her. It wasn't right, and he deserved better than that. Especially from her. So she pushed herself off the bed and padded across the room to open the door. Even if she stayed partially behind it in an instinctive reaction of defensiveness, her green eyes tired and hesitant as she searched his face.]
I do. Several, actually. What is it you need?