[ She panics at the sound of the voice, mostly because she heard one, always on edge from the mere idea of being around company these days. But as soon as the snowball falls to the ground, she immediately realizes there's little reason for it. It's only Steve.
Except, that's impossible to say because somehow she still feels uncertain around him, as if she's forgetting something truly important. And she knows she has, because there's too many holes, too many blocks of space that she can't quite fit in. She's almost ashamed to admit it. Because somehow she knows she's done something, or somethings wrong. Because what else can these hands possibly do? ]
Just a little. [ She wrings her hands together, pressing her lips together in a tight, modest smile. ] I shouldn't be doing it out here.
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Except, that's impossible to say because somehow she still feels uncertain around him, as if she's forgetting something truly important. And she knows she has, because there's too many holes, too many blocks of space that she can't quite fit in. She's almost ashamed to admit it. Because somehow she knows she's done something, or somethings wrong. Because what else can these hands possibly do? ]
Just a little. [ She wrings her hands together, pressing her lips together in a tight, modest smile. ] I shouldn't be doing it out here.