[Maelle takes an exaggerated step forward with a laugh. Reluctant as she is to be away from him, she knows he probably needs a few moments alone. Time to think and breathe without her right under his nose. They can't be together every moment of every day. Despite the love between them, they'll go crazy. This building, this place, feels safe. Wherever Renoir is, it's not here.]
I'll count to sixty.
[It's a joke, and it's an acknowledgement. But Maelle has a pit in her stomach, regardless of what she tells herself, regardless of her easy smile. Maybe it will always be there in some shape or form. A scar left by the terror and despair she felt from losing him.
Ridiculous.
She shakes it off with a deep breath and a quick step back towards Gustave. Just to lean up on her tippy toes (with the slightest of bunny hops to reach!) and press a quick peck to his bearded cheek. That done, she turns and leaves.]
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I'll count to sixty.
[It's a joke, and it's an acknowledgement. But Maelle has a pit in her stomach, regardless of what she tells herself, regardless of her easy smile. Maybe it will always be there in some shape or form. A scar left by the terror and despair she felt from losing him.
Ridiculous.
She shakes it off with a deep breath and a quick step back towards Gustave. Just to lean up on her tippy toes (with the slightest of bunny hops to reach!) and press a quick peck to his bearded cheek. That done, she turns and leaves.]