[It's odd: there's such a sense of relief once he closes the door behind her. Like: oh, yes, now I'm safe. Like when she used to shut herself up in the library as a child; when she would see Robert in the other room, absently cooking or working on some experiment. Oh, good, things are all right now, and it's such a notable reaction for a man she doesn't know that well.
He's not okay. She can tell that in an instant. But neither is she, so that's all right.]
What is it?
[Blunt as always, even as she walks in, takes a seat. Her clothes are a little more conservative than they were, a long dress that doesn't fit quite as tightly as it might.]
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He's not okay. She can tell that in an instant. But neither is she, so that's all right.]
What is it?
[Blunt as always, even as she walks in, takes a seat. Her clothes are a little more conservative than they were, a long dress that doesn't fit quite as tightly as it might.]
Don't lie. Something's wrong.