[ She'd roll her eyes, but instead she just meets his look as head on as she can, certainty and what reassurance she can muster up in her eyes. She knows what she's doing. If he wants to let her do this, and everything he's shown her and done so far indicates that he does, he can trust her. Frustrated and angry and raw, he can still trust her. It's a constant that she will never let change. ] I didn't say you could talk. [ Short and sharp as she starts to try to move them both forward, working at heading him towards the bedroom. ]
i knew my sister working at a troubled youth camp would come in handy