[She shifts, settling a little to lean against the wall, glancing down at the floor.]
I know what it looks like. [A sad smile touches her lips.] Not saying anything until it's too late.
[After all, Angela doesn't have the highest opinions of Cameron, and under the circumstances... She has no reason to try and leash Chase, to keep him from being happy. But, she imagines, it could look like that. It's a little too close to the old game, where physical and emotional nearness came at each other's cost. There's no reason to think the other woman knows the hundred silent reasons for her reluctance, the things that don't excuse her machinations, but do explain them.]
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I know what it looks like. [A sad smile touches her lips.] Not saying anything until it's too late.
[After all, Angela doesn't have the highest opinions of Cameron, and under the circumstances... She has no reason to try and leash Chase, to keep him from being happy. But, she imagines, it could look like that. It's a little too close to the old game, where physical and emotional nearness came at each other's cost. There's no reason to think the other woman knows the hundred silent reasons for her reluctance, the things that don't excuse her machinations, but do explain them.]