It’s been happening alarmingly often of late.
Her attempts to stave off this particular moment have made for a very lackluster performance.
She despises this most of all; she’s ordinarily very good at trying.
Grier just looks at her, with those matter-of-fact, judgement-free eyes of his.
She just breathes for a while.
“I’m...”
He holds her gaze.
It’s the steady, unwavering kind.
His eyes don’t even probe. They just are.
She looks down.
It’s the most concise apology he’s ever heard.
And the most sincere.
They both know which of them it’s really meant for.
It isn’t Grier.
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