[Her brow furrows at his answer. She whispers back incredulously.]
Seeing us wouldn't be too—
[There's a pause as she falls silent trying to gauge any approaching footsteps. But there's the other matter of how he holds onto her hand and how precarious this proximity between them is. To be honest, her thoughts are entirely jumbled by trying to figure out the implications of why it was bad for Dr. Manx to see them together, clashing with the very distracting notion of how broad Dr. Dekarios is up close and the floodgates of that night begin to creak and damn it, damn it, DAMN IT.
Amelia takes a huge breath and looks down at their feet.
If he wasn't willing to take his chances with Dr. Manx seeing them together, then there were some possibilities that she doesn't feel great about entertaining, but logically lead to some plausible conclusions. But this isn't the time to ask him (and she wonders why she doesn't want to really know).]
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Seeing us wouldn't be too—
[There's a pause as she falls silent trying to gauge any approaching footsteps. But there's the other matter of how he holds onto her hand and how precarious this proximity between them is. To be honest, her thoughts are entirely jumbled by trying to figure out the implications of why it was bad for Dr. Manx to see them together, clashing with the very distracting notion of how broad Dr. Dekarios is up close and the floodgates of that night begin to creak and damn it, damn it, DAMN IT.
Amelia takes a huge breath and looks down at their feet.
If he wasn't willing to take his chances with Dr. Manx seeing them together, then there were some possibilities that she doesn't feel great about entertaining, but logically lead to some plausible conclusions. But this isn't the time to ask him (and she wonders why she doesn't want to really know).]
... Do you have to keep holding my hand?