She looks at him from over her shoulder, looking every bit as serious as she claims. But she bends to gather her clothes regardless. Either way, this clearly isn't happening tonight.
"Maybe y'misunderstood what I was askin' but I think y'gave me a straight enough answer anyways. I've been — I've been strugglin' t'keep up with you, an' maybe you've been doin' the same," she says, the idea only just striking her with what he's just said. "D'you know how confusin' this is? For me?"
She doubts he does, but her voice lacks any malice or accusation. She slips her skirts into place carefully, both her face and her voice neutral, and then starts buttoning up her blouse. Trying not to feel antiquated in her own damn era.
"I thought I had it worked out before we left the bar. That I knew what t'expect. An' then, last night ... well. Tonight, too. Y'jus' weren't what I was expectin'. An' I'm still — "
Wounded? Inexperienced? In love with another man? Out of my depth? Dozens of excuses come to mind from over half a year of confusing arguments with Gene, none of which she says out loud. They've talked themselves in circles before and there's no chance she'll let them do it again tonight.
" — still the way I am. But why wait now that we both know what t'expect?"
She looks at him again before she takes his invitation to leave.
"M'sorry. This is your game, not mine. I guess my beginner's luck ran out an hour ago; an' now we're both walkin' away unhappy. I didn't mean it."
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She looks at him from over her shoulder, looking every bit as serious as she claims. But she bends to gather her clothes regardless. Either way, this clearly isn't happening tonight.
"Maybe y'misunderstood what I was askin' but I think y'gave me a straight enough answer anyways. I've been — I've been strugglin' t'keep up with you, an' maybe you've been doin' the same," she says, the idea only just striking her with what he's just said. "D'you know how confusin' this is? For me?"
She doubts he does, but her voice lacks any malice or accusation. She slips her skirts into place carefully, both her face and her voice neutral, and then starts buttoning up her blouse. Trying not to feel antiquated in her own damn era.
"I thought I had it worked out before we left the bar. That I knew what t'expect. An' then, last night ... well. Tonight, too. Y'jus' weren't what I was expectin'. An' I'm still — "
Wounded? Inexperienced? In love with another man? Out of my depth? Dozens of excuses come to mind from over half a year of confusing arguments with Gene, none of which she says out loud. They've talked themselves in circles before and there's no chance she'll let them do it again tonight.
" — still the way I am. But why wait now that we both know what t'expect?"
She looks at him again before she takes his invitation to leave.
"M'sorry. This is your game, not mine. I guess my beginner's luck ran out an hour ago; an' now we're both walkin' away unhappy. I didn't mean it."