Gideon pulls away, curls in on herself, and Harrow lets her. Underneath the relief she feels when she drops the entire idea without a fight, there's something sharper and more stinging, strangely so, that she looks at once and then pushes away. Back straight, her movements careful, she finishes her tea and puts the mug on Gideon's bedside table.
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Date: 2021-07-11 03:20 pm (UTC)"I should get dressed."