She's got a joke ready about him putting her to work — we prospectin' now, Jim Craig?
But the laughter dies before it can even breach the air.
I don't think she knows what she wants, and I do.
She doesn't turn to catch his eye. She lets the words hang there, without answer, for a moment.
"Well. You're both young."
Her words curl at the end, almost as if she means it like a question. It's not exactly what she wanted to say, but when she thinks on it she doesn't know where to begin.
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Date: 2013-04-05 02:48 am (UTC)But the laughter dies before it can even breach the air.
I don't think she knows what she wants, and I do.
She doesn't turn to catch his eye. She lets the words hang there, without answer, for a moment.
"Well. You're both young."
Her words curl at the end, almost as if she means it like a question. It's not exactly what she wanted to say, but when she thinks on it she doesn't know where to begin.