[ She's not very good at pure anger, not really. When there's so much to be angry at you start reserving it for the things that are truly worth being furious about, not for the people you care about. And care is a light word for how she feels about him. So there's irritation sure, and frustration, but ultimately she just wants to understand.
That is playing the system, right there, but she does press just a little bit closer, smiles against his skin. Except then he asks why, and she pauses for a long moment. For one, she's not sure how to answer a question like that. For two, she'd told him not to talk and there he goes again. She pulls up to face him again, cups his face in her hands and leans to kiss him, bruisingly hard and deep, because kissing is going to be out of the question in a minute it looks like. ] You're the genius. Figure it out. [ And she gets up and off the bed entirely. ] I said not to talk.
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That is playing the system, right there, but she does press just a little bit closer, smiles against his skin. Except then he asks why, and she pauses for a long moment. For one, she's not sure how to answer a question like that. For two, she'd told him not to talk and there he goes again. She pulls up to face him again, cups his face in her hands and leans to kiss him, bruisingly hard and deep, because kissing is going to be out of the question in a minute it looks like. ] You're the genius. Figure it out. [ And she gets up and off the bed entirely. ] I said not to talk.