It isn't a decision made out of resentment or spite. Her avoidance is too steeped in hurt, in defensiveness, for anything less to be a motivating factor. As far as she is concerned, he has made it clear he no longer wants to be around her — has reacted to her honesty, her wish to change the subject to one less rife with disagreement — and she adapts accordingly.
Ironically, it brings with it the same fate she had been hoping to avoid in shutting down that conversation: tension between them and injured feelings. She isn't equipped to sort it out, and his evasion of her eliminates most of her desire to chase him down and rectify it, no matter the empty loneliness and the longing that results from it.
To distract herself, she throws on that ratty shirt and ignores the cum that wants to cling to her thighs. Her underwear still lay discarded in that hut, courtesy of squabbling Lanai, but the tackiness of her skin doesn't bother her. Only reminds her that he isn't here as she sets to work on tinkering with the Falcon, heading down to adjust the propulsion tank, which seems to only serve as a further reminder that she'll be leaving him soon enough.
Still, there's work to be done. Work that provides a decent distraction every time her mind threatens to wander. ]
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It isn't a decision made out of resentment or spite. Her avoidance is too steeped in hurt, in defensiveness, for anything less to be a motivating factor. As far as she is concerned, he has made it clear he no longer wants to be around her — has reacted to her honesty, her wish to change the subject to one less rife with disagreement — and she adapts accordingly.
Ironically, it brings with it the same fate she had been hoping to avoid in shutting down that conversation: tension between them and injured feelings. She isn't equipped to sort it out, and his evasion of her eliminates most of her desire to chase him down and rectify it, no matter the empty loneliness and the longing that results from it.
To distract herself, she throws on that ratty shirt and ignores the cum that wants to cling to her thighs. Her underwear still lay discarded in that hut, courtesy of squabbling Lanai, but the tackiness of her skin doesn't bother her. Only reminds her that he isn't here as she sets to work on tinkering with the Falcon, heading down to adjust the propulsion tank, which seems to only serve as a further reminder that she'll be leaving him soon enough.
Still, there's work to be done. Work that provides a decent distraction every time her mind threatens to wander. ]