Out loud, it sounds simple; it's just a few hours in the park with food, an evening at home watching something Gideon thinks of as entertainment and Harrow endures in the absence of anything better. To anyone else, it would be as easy as all that. It's only Harrow that feels the secret weight behind it all, the creeping sense of Gideon's unvoiced hopes. The humiliating reminder of her own inabilities.
She delays by taking a sip of water, then in trying a forkful of the rice. Eventually, she nods. "Let's see how the afternoon goes, Nav."
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Date: 2021-09-08 07:23 pm (UTC)She delays by taking a sip of water, then in trying a forkful of the rice. Eventually, she nods. "Let's see how the afternoon goes, Nav."