She doesn't turn to leave immediately. She watches a moment, confused. That sounded an awful lot like resignation in his voice. Eventually, she does manage to turn pivoting on her heel and heading back the way she came. Actively trying to ignore how the farther she gets away from Alastor the more it feels like there's a stone in her stomach. She forces her focus onto the sound of her feet meeting the pavement.
She'd merely told him the truth, there was nothing to feel guilty about. She didn't even eat with Dante and Trish. But that sense of finality... She's just gotten back to her motorcycle and grumbles hands curling into fists. Except that stone in her stomach was huge and weighing on her and now there was no sound to focus on and block out her own thoughts.
Shoving her helmet on her head and throwing a leg over the bike, she twists the key with more force than strictly necessary and it's a miracle the bike doesn't stall in the process of coming to life. She's speeding back toward the restaurant after idling after what felt like forever trying to talk herself into not feeling like this.
It's clear in how she stalks into the place a while later that she's agitated. Hand on her hip as she stops by his table and exhales loudly. "Mind if I join you?" Still she sounds almost nervous when she finally asks. Edgy almost.
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She doesn't turn to leave immediately. She watches a moment, confused. That sounded an awful lot like resignation in his voice. Eventually, she does manage to turn pivoting on her heel and heading back the way she came. Actively trying to ignore how the farther she gets away from Alastor the more it feels like there's a stone in her stomach. She forces her focus onto the sound of her feet meeting the pavement.
She'd merely told him the truth, there was nothing to feel guilty about. She didn't even eat with Dante and Trish. But that sense of finality... She's just gotten back to her motorcycle and grumbles hands curling into fists. Except that stone in her stomach was huge and weighing on her and now there was no sound to focus on and block out her own thoughts.
Shoving her helmet on her head and throwing a leg over the bike, she twists the key with more force than strictly necessary and it's a miracle the bike doesn't stall in the process of coming to life. She's speeding back toward the restaurant after idling after what felt like forever trying to talk herself into not feeling like this.
It's clear in how she stalks into the place a while later that she's agitated. Hand on her hip as she stops by his table and exhales loudly. "Mind if I join you?" Still she sounds almost nervous when she finally asks. Edgy almost.