[He's given Raine the no-stops tour of his most horrible choices. She doesn't know what he expected. She doesn't know what she expected. In the quiet she sips her coffee, tries to settle the emotional turmoil into something a little more sensible.]
[All she can seem to focus on is how tired he seems, and she knows the rest needs to be given careful consideration, as objectively as she can, but it's still all tied up in the rest of the day's feelings, the relief that he's alive and the anger at his aforementioned horrible choices. Raine sets her coffee down again -- there's only a little left, anyway -- and moves a few paces toward Bakura, reaching out to cover his hands on his mug. It's a gentle, careful thing, but no less present.]
I don't know. I need to think about this-- you've told me a lot.
['I don't know' covers just about everything right now. It's honest. It's also all she has at the moment. Except:]
no subject
[All she can seem to focus on is how tired he seems, and she knows the rest needs to be given careful consideration, as objectively as she can, but it's still all tied up in the rest of the day's feelings, the relief that he's alive and the anger at his aforementioned horrible choices. Raine sets her coffee down again -- there's only a little left, anyway -- and moves a few paces toward Bakura, reaching out to cover his hands on his mug. It's a gentle, careful thing, but no less present.]
I don't know. I need to think about this-- you've told me a lot.
['I don't know' covers just about everything right now. It's honest. It's also all she has at the moment. Except:]
...will you come to dinner, later?