( She looks at him sideways, wondering about the elephant standing in the room. When it's related to this, her own thoughts have a certain inevitabe rounding back to a few weeks prior. That in mind, she curls her fingers into a fist, remembering how damn scary it'd been, and how he'd joked (but not, in her mind) about trying not to panic and mess this up.
On some level it'd be normal enough, she worries she'll mess all kinds of things up if she slows down and gets caught up in what-ifs, but...
Collette slaps his upper arm with the back of her hand, hard enough to be attention drawing, but not actually painful. )
We're going to have to talk about her sooner or later.
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On some level it'd be normal enough, she worries she'll mess all kinds of things up if she slows down and gets caught up in what-ifs, but...
Collette slaps his upper arm with the back of her hand, hard enough to be attention drawing, but not actually painful. )
We're going to have to talk about her sooner or later.