She risks a small smile, a little shy. He knows now, how much she hates to be in this position. He doesn't know she's in it by choice. Awkwardly turning the pole she sets it aside, leaning it against the wall-- out of the way, just out of reach.
The locks will slow him, too, if he decides to bolt; everything seems to be in her favor at the moment, and she relishes the sense of control it gives her.
"I guess I could've just waited it out." She doesn't say should have. She's allowed to be glad for the company, right?
[come in to my parlor]
She risks a small smile, a little shy. He knows now, how much she hates to be in this position. He doesn't know she's in it by choice. Awkwardly turning the pole she sets it aside, leaning it against the wall-- out of the way, just out of reach.
The locks will slow him, too, if he decides to bolt; everything seems to be in her favor at the moment, and she relishes the sense of control it gives her.
"I guess I could've just waited it out." She doesn't say should have. She's allowed to be glad for the company, right?