[ She glances at him over her shoulder, giving him a wry little look before disappearing into what must be the bedroom. Her voice carries over the sound of her digging through the dressers and trying the closet for some spare robes that might fit either of them. ]
Oh, is that how it is? [ Even the distance can't really stifle the mocking sarcasm in her words, habitual as it is. ] And here I thought maybe those sweet nothings were special just for me.
[ Not that she means anything by it. Not in the way a person might think anyway — jealousy isn't one of the problems in their relationship, though there might be many. They're too close for that by now. There's too much history. ]
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Oh, is that how it is? [ Even the distance can't really stifle the mocking sarcasm in her words, habitual as it is. ] And here I thought maybe those sweet nothings were special just for me.
[ Not that she means anything by it. Not in the way a person might think anyway — jealousy isn't one of the problems in their relationship, though there might be many. They're too close for that by now. There's too much history. ]