She shuts her eyes, can feel her shoulders rising towards her ears and forces them back down. "And I don't want to talk about- anything to do with that."
"Why don't you want to?" he asks quietly, stepping towards the stove so he can flip over the pancake and start on another one. "That might be an easier question to answer."
"If I actually knew, I don't think I'd be here," she mutters, pushing away from the counter. But there's not enough room in the kitchen to pace, not with two people in there.
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"I'm good. Went running with that Raylan guy. Old man pace, but that's about what I'm up to right now anyway."
See, if she admits to one weakness, that's enough, right?
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"Nope, I don't know anything." But she's making tea, so she can't just ditch, can she?
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It's a reason, but not the reason she specifically doesn't want to go into this with Rags.
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"Yeah. I don't know. Maybe I do."
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"Everyone who came into my domain was someone I know. Who I brought there."
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