[ she hasn't looked him in the eye directly until now, either, and when she does she's very nearly taken aback by what she witnesses in the moment. he'd explained to her matter-of-factly the shedding of his person suit at his home, the night she'd found him washing himself clean in hers. she'd turned a gun on him but found herself unable to fire it and even now she berates herself for that choice.
she hadn't seen him discard the layers he worked so hard to preserve, only the mere aftermath. now, she sees the horrible truth of what it looks like in the moment and she's taken aback, stopping short of standing within arm's reach. ]
How certain are you that no one will come looking for him?
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she hadn't seen him discard the layers he worked so hard to preserve, only the mere aftermath. now, she sees the horrible truth of what it looks like in the moment and she's taken aback, stopping short of standing within arm's reach. ]
How certain are you that no one will come looking for him?