[Perhaps the fact that both of them ought to know better means the double trespass can be forgiven without discussion. She knows too much of where they've been, not enough of where they stand now; doesn't even quite know what principle she's standing for when she keeps her distance and her quiet. The stubborn truth is, as much as she hates the City's manipulations and machinations, as much as she resents the circumstances that toss them together and drag them apart, she doesn't mind being here. Now. Maybe he has a point after all; hypnotic suggestion can't make you do anything you really don't want to do. But, probably, it's infinitely more complicated than that.
He's already looking at her when she opens her eyes. What does one say? If neither of them objects (does he? she wonders,) do they owe apologies?]
→ we are not what you think we are we are golden
He's already looking at her when she opens her eyes. What does one say? If neither of them objects (does he? she wonders,) do they owe apologies?]
You've got glitter in your hair.