[ she glances down at their fingers, watching his with a slight suspicious narrow to her eyes. what is he planning? what does he intend to do? even though she knows she can trust him now, she can't help her paranoia. ]
Do you not want to be friends with me?
[ she glances up at him with a small smile, very telling that she knows she's being cheeky. she knows that answering a question is a question's bound to annoy him, but it's his getaway house. he should answer first. ]
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Do you not want to be friends with me?
[ she glances up at him with a small smile, very telling that she knows she's being cheeky. she knows that answering a question is a question's bound to annoy him, but it's his getaway house. he should answer first. ]