[ perhaps unbeknownst to achilles, the pit stop to the bathroom had been motivated by another, more selfish reason.
while between them the air remains thickened with silence and all the words they cannot but probably should say to each other — inside she is a swirling mess of emotions she cannot even begin to pinpoint and quell. she is mindful enough that walking into the space that they shared, the small sanctuary where their little game of pretend has taken root and shape... she knows seeing that would only make those emotions that much more fragile, that much more brittle.
and so this time spent here is a welcome obstruction. so is wandering about the small room, tending to the tub's taps, running her own hands and arms under the water from the sink to clean what she can off of herself. keeping busy, keeping moving. it is almost mechanical how she falls into it, but before long she has run out of things to do, things to keep her away from the man seated paces away. before long, she can do nothing else but finally turn and face him, her expression somber.
unable to look at his face just yet, her eyes instead fall to the movement of his hands. ]
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while between them the air remains thickened with silence and all the words they cannot but probably should say to each other — inside she is a swirling mess of emotions she cannot even begin to pinpoint and quell. she is mindful enough that walking into the space that they shared, the small sanctuary where their little game of pretend has taken root and shape... she knows seeing that would only make those emotions that much more fragile, that much more brittle.
and so this time spent here is a welcome obstruction. so is wandering about the small room, tending to the tub's taps, running her own hands and arms under the water from the sink to clean what she can off of herself. keeping busy, keeping moving. it is almost mechanical how she falls into it, but before long she has run out of things to do, things to keep her away from the man seated paces away. before long, she can do nothing else but finally turn and face him, her expression somber.
unable to look at his face just yet, her eyes instead fall to the movement of his hands. ]
...Do you need help?