"Okay," she said, eyes tracking him as he moved around the kitchen. What the hell was going on in her head right now? None of it was making a lot of sense. She was frustrated and burnt out and finding herself wanting to stare off into space, or more accurately, watch Francis move around the apartment.
Maybe they were working together too much. Maybe she was getting too attached because they understood her. That could be a problem, right? Maybe?
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Date: 2012-09-02 09:54 am (UTC)Maybe they were working together too much. Maybe she was getting too attached because they understood her. That could be a problem, right? Maybe?
"Thanks," she said belatedly.