It’s not often that Gwenaëlle is the subtler person at one of these events, and under different circumstances she’d probably be enjoying this more. (She isn’t not enjoying it at all.)
Still. She slides into his eyeline between him and Roux, a hand on his elbow, and the particular way that her mouth tightens is an answer in itself. “We were close my whole life,” a confirmation without the words, “until we weren’t. Well, I suppose until that life ended.”
Mostly—
look where they are. At the time it had felt so final, and now ... more complicated. She understands that complication better, too; the ways that she can choose to benefit. The ways she will, regardless. The things that she no longer has control over, one way or the other. To be ripped from the thing that made her is never going to be as simple as she’d once envisioned it, but she hadn’t seen this coming in particular.
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Still. She slides into his eyeline between him and Roux, a hand on his elbow, and the particular way that her mouth tightens is an answer in itself. “We were close my whole life,” a confirmation without the words, “until we weren’t. Well, I suppose until that life ended.”
Mostly—
look where they are. At the time it had felt so final, and now ... more complicated. She understands that complication better, too; the ways that she can choose to benefit. The ways she will, regardless. The things that she no longer has control over, one way or the other. To be ripped from the thing that made her is never going to be as simple as she’d once envisioned it, but she hadn’t seen this coming in particular.
Maybe she should have. All things considered.