[Given that, as far as she knows, they're over-- for good, this time-- she's inclined to romanticize the situation, imagine they'd be perfectly happy. Certainly happier than they would be, realistically.]
I'd hate to think of what strings would be attached to that.
[Wrinkling her nose at the thought, she puts her tea down and finally shrugs out of her coat.]
It's getting late...
[An out, if he wants it. Not an eviction, though she doesn't intend to spend the evening with someone else's boyfriend.]
☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
I'd hate to think of what strings would be attached to that.
[Wrinkling her nose at the thought, she puts her tea down and finally shrugs out of her coat.]
It's getting late...
[An out, if he wants it. Not an eviction, though she doesn't intend to spend the evening with someone else's boyfriend.]