[ His hand snags on the very ends of her fingertips, but it has the desired effect of halting her. She's slow to turn to him, and even slower in meeting his eyes. ]
You're not doing anything wrong.
[ No deceit exists in those words. It's hardly his fault that he isn't interested in more than a physical connection. Or — not strictly a physical connection, she supposes, but one that doesn't go beyond amicable terms. ]
If this was only about fucking, you should have told me.
[ That would have been better than indirect cues, at least. Still, there's no anger there, only a gaping disappointment she can't control. ]
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You're not doing anything wrong.
[ No deceit exists in those words. It's hardly his fault that he isn't interested in more than a physical connection. Or — not strictly a physical connection, she supposes, but one that doesn't go beyond amicable terms. ]
If this was only about fucking, you should have told me.
[ That would have been better than indirect cues, at least. Still, there's no anger there, only a gaping disappointment she can't control. ]