[Her long, measuring look is as much a gauge of her own reaction as his state, but finally she pulls the door a little farther open, stepping aside.]
No. It's all right,
[she says softly, not quite able to shake the weirdness, but striving to keep it under wraps. It's funny; she's always liked having the advantage, but knowing too much now-- about his future, his past-- is a thankless burden.]
Coffee?
[That runs the risk of him hanging around longer than she wants, but it will give her something to occupy her hands and her attention.]
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No. It's all right,
[she says softly, not quite able to shake the weirdness, but striving to keep it under wraps. It's funny; she's always liked having the advantage, but knowing too much now-- about his future, his past-- is a thankless burden.]
Coffee?
[That runs the risk of him hanging around longer than she wants, but it will give her something to occupy her hands and her attention.]