[Hayleys hands wrap tightly around the strap of her bag as she watches him cross the room, unmoving until Bruce passes the threshold into the other room. Then she follows, keeping him in sight as she pauses in the doorway. Her eyes again scan the room and she notices the pairs of dishes left out, wondering if he always leaves them out or if he preemptively included her.]
I'll have some. [She answers as she watches him.
After a beat, she tears herself from the comfort of distance to move over to the counter. Wordlessly, she begins physically separately the pairs into two distinct sets, while psychologically picking apart her and Bruce's overlapping issues and assigning them to separate identities. They are not the same and they do not understand each other solely because of similar childhoods.
As she finishes setting the two places, she spares a small frown over at him.] You know you don't have to take care of me, right? I don't want you to and I know you don't want to, so.
no subject
I'll have some. [She answers as she watches him.
After a beat, she tears herself from the comfort of distance to move over to the counter. Wordlessly, she begins physically separately the pairs into two distinct sets, while psychologically picking apart her and Bruce's overlapping issues and assigning them to separate identities. They are not the same and they do not understand each other solely because of similar childhoods.
As she finishes setting the two places, she spares a small frown over at him.] You know you don't have to take care of me, right? I don't want you to and I know you don't want to, so.