[ One claw pushes under the bandage. Her finger presses into her thumb and flexes back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. A nervous habit which is proving to slowly work a hole into the wrap.
Her chin sinks a bit to her collarbone, emphasizing the bulge on her back. Still... Riley glances at him out of the corner of her eyes. The package she brought still sits on her lap, almost forgotten. ]
You didn't, I'm just— [ There's no going back if she says this, but... But she wouldn't want to lead anyone on. And...if he is her friend, then...this shouldn't...matter, right? ] I'm not...really looking for, um.
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Her chin sinks a bit to her collarbone, emphasizing the bulge on her back. Still... Riley glances at him out of the corner of her eyes. The package she brought still sits on her lap, almost forgotten. ]
You didn't, I'm just— [ There's no going back if she says this, but... But she wouldn't want to lead anyone on. And...if he is her friend, then...this shouldn't...matter, right? ] I'm not...really looking for, um.
... You're not...asking me out, are you?