[ Even at odds with everything—her body and this topic, that she can't outrun either—she wants to reach over and smooth the tension from his forehead. The seriousness in his eyes. But there's the chair, the table, and the fact that she probably wouldn't even if the first weren't true right now. That's more private, the same as most of what goes with this topic. Her heart aches, even as her mind facets to the single word he said. The answer never wavering.
It's not that Dick's never lied to her, but he isn't right now. Hasn't about this. Not since everyone was spat out of the labyrinth without any balls of yarn. ]
Have you thought about comparing notes with Clarke?
[ But also. ] I can discreetly if you'd rather not.
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It's not that Dick's never lied to her, but he isn't right now. Hasn't about this.
Not since everyone was spat out of the labyrinth without any balls of yarn. ]
Have you thought about comparing notes with Clarke?
[ But also. ] I can discreetly if you'd rather not.