( she can hear the crook of a smirk, and it's not the first time they'd toed this lineโtrying to find a little light in circumstances that were otherwise dreary, but she keeps telling herself tonight is different. keeps feeling it, no matter how they try to fit into the shell of their pattern. she wants to return the smile, grant him that smallest bit of warmth, quip back a 'you think i don't have beer?', but she can't bring herself to be dishonest. she's never slathered on any facade for him, and she's not going to start now.
the glow of the fridge illuminates the kitchen for a moment before it's snuffed out, the telltale clink of glass bottles as she wraps fingers around their necks.
and when she makes her way back to him, she knows he'll see it. she's never been any good at keeping anything from himโshe's never wanted to. she bites back the bitterness that rises at the back of her throat, doesn't want to come off cruel, like she doesn't want him here when she's the one that'd opened that door.
it's when she's standing before him that she cracks both bottles open, tossing the caps to the coffee table while holding out one in offering. she didn't miss the bruise. )
How long are you planning to stay? ( heart catches in her throat. ) In the city.
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the glow of the fridge illuminates the kitchen for a moment before it's snuffed out, the telltale clink of glass bottles as she wraps fingers around their necks.
and when she makes her way back to him, she knows he'll see it. she's never been any good at keeping anything from himโshe's never wanted to. she bites back the bitterness that rises at the back of her throat, doesn't want to come off cruel, like she doesn't want him here when she's the one that'd opened that door.
it's when she's standing before him that she cracks both bottles open, tossing the caps to the coffee table while holding out one in offering. she didn't miss the bruise. )
How long are you planning to stay? ( heart catches in her throat. ) In the city.