[ She could point out that he hadn't answered her in any straightforward sense; the question of whether there is or isn't an "us" to consider still hangs in the air, unaddressed, but I didn't believe you wanted that might be enough of a cue on its own. Rather than leave it at that, her eyes return to his, deliberately trained there as she pursues — well, something more. A direct response. ]
Is there an us? [ This time, she stresses the syllables with an unwavering stare. ] I thought there was. I thought all of this meant something.
[ To her, it had. Ben has given her every reason, every reassurance, to think it had been significant for him as well — but perhaps that has changed. Perhaps he has reflected on it with regret. She doesn't know, and can't be certain, without his input. ]
i'm a magician
Is there an us? [ This time, she stresses the syllables with an unwavering stare. ] I thought there was. I thought all of this meant something.
[ To her, it had. Ben has given her every reason, every reassurance, to think it had been significant for him as well — but perhaps that has changed. Perhaps he has reflected on it with regret. She doesn't know, and can't be certain, without his input. ]