[ Ignoring her isn't going to change anything about her presence, she can pretty much guarantee that. Her patience might run short when it comes to pleasure sometimes, but over the years she's had patience worn into her bones. She can wait him out. She knows that, at least.
It's never something he feels needs to be shared, so him not wanting to share it gives her approximately zero real information about the level of badness or how difficult the problem could be or what's going on in his head, in the parts of it she does her best to leave alone because she'd hate it if he rummaged through her head just because he could, she finds it frustrating enough sometimes that he can read her body so easily even after all the effort she's put in over the years to becoming unreadable.
Her eyes narrow just a little bit at that. Being dismissed irks, even when she knows precisely why he's trying to. ] I'm not tired. [ And she's not, really. The faint weariness seeping into her voice now isn't from physical tiredness at all. ] I was only in bed because I thought it might help you sleep.
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It's never something he feels needs to be shared, so him not wanting to share it gives her approximately zero real information about the level of badness or how difficult the problem could be or what's going on in his head, in the parts of it she does her best to leave alone because she'd hate it if he rummaged through her head just because he could, she finds it frustrating enough sometimes that he can read her body so easily even after all the effort she's put in over the years to becoming unreadable.
Her eyes narrow just a little bit at that. Being dismissed irks, even when she knows precisely why he's trying to. ] I'm not tired. [ And she's not, really. The faint weariness seeping into her voice now isn't from physical tiredness at all. ] I was only in bed because I thought it might help you sleep.
[ A brief pause, a shrug. ] You haven't been.