That's not an answer. [ Before she has a moment to nudge him further for one, his question hits like a glass of cold water to the face and she shakes her head, visibly shocked by it. That sense of surprise grew by leaps and bounds as on its heels came an apology.
For a moment Rey only stared at him before she began to laugh, not at him of course as much as the weird, awkward combination of feelings his question had caused to bloom to life in her mind as a result of it. All that nervous, giddy energy had to go somewhere, and Rey channeled it into laughter. ]
Another blanket, and under that, another blanket. [ And had she delivered it in that wearily dry tone she so often lapsed into while stuck in the trenches of their personal war, it would have come as a shutdown. Instead she was grinning, of all things, her eyes narrowing wryly at him. The blanket had fallen back below her collarbone, answering his question for her, and for a moment that was definitely going on for much too long, she did not adjust it. ]
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For a moment Rey only stared at him before she began to laugh, not at him of course as much as the weird, awkward combination of feelings his question had caused to bloom to life in her mind as a result of it. All that nervous, giddy energy had to go somewhere, and Rey channeled it into laughter. ]
Another blanket, and under that, another blanket. [ And had she delivered it in that wearily dry tone she so often lapsed into while stuck in the trenches of their personal war, it would have come as a shutdown. Instead she was grinning, of all things, her eyes narrowing wryly at him. The blanket had fallen back below her collarbone, answering his question for her, and for a moment that was definitely going on for much too long, she did not adjust it. ]