[There are no words or even a nod in acknowledgment, only the shift of her weight from one leg to the other and her hips following accordingly. Her arms are folded tightly across her chest, and while she tries to make it seem every bit as nonchalant as her usual attitude, Will could easily tell how uncomfortable she really was.
Or at least he could, once upon a time. Now, she wasn't too sure about that.]
Do I really have to say why I'm here? [He didn't even need to be a psychic to figure it out; if he couldn't tell her motives, then he was even worse than she had thought.]
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Or at least he could, once upon a time. Now, she wasn't too sure about that.]
Do I really have to say why I'm here? [He didn't even need to be a psychic to figure it out; if he couldn't tell her motives, then he was even worse than she had thought.]