[Because she can't see why he would. Camille keeps her stare even. She watches him a moment, thoughts percolating. There's still a yawning pit in her gut and she'd jumped quick to fill it earlier. Now, though. The urge is there, but latent.
She thinks of the conjurings at the execution. The profiles. His pallor, his demeanor. His sudden interest in standing guard. Where were all the meatheads at?
Suddenly, she stands. She takes strides to close the thin space between them and bends, meeting his eye with from a foot away, hand braced over his shoulder on the sofa.]
I'd hate to be the reason you have to put on a show this Sunday.
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Sure you didn't want to spend more time with me?
[Because she can't see why he would. Camille keeps her stare even. She watches him a moment, thoughts percolating. There's still a yawning pit in her gut and she'd jumped quick to fill it earlier. Now, though. The urge is there, but latent.
She thinks of the conjurings at the execution. The profiles. His pallor, his demeanor. His sudden interest in standing guard. Where were all the meatheads at?
Suddenly, she stands. She takes strides to close the thin space between them and bends, meeting his eye with from a foot away, hand braced over his shoulder on the sofa.]
I'd hate to be the reason you have to put on a show this Sunday.