[She looks up at that, surprised and a little disarmed by the observation. She's almost ready to open her mouth and deny it (it's a... habit she's fallen into lately, for obvious reasons), but ... well, he's right. He's very right.]
[So instead she rubs her head, a rueful frown crossing her face.]
... Yeah. I'm.... I'm sorry, Crow.
You're right, I don't.
It's just... something I got used to and never really started doing again. ... Force of habit, you know?
[Biting the inside of her cheek, she sets the soda down again and scuffs one boot heel in the dust on the sidewalk.]
Back home, Dad and I never let people get too close to us. Hell, you've probably noticed he's not exactly the biggest social butterfly around... I've been here longer than him, but...
[She looks back over to Crow, expression apologetic.]
It's... not because I don't care about you, or anything.
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[So instead she rubs her head, a rueful frown crossing her face.]
... Yeah. I'm.... I'm sorry, Crow.
You're right, I don't.
It's just... something I got used to and never really started doing again. ... Force of habit, you know?
[Biting the inside of her cheek, she sets the soda down again and scuffs one boot heel in the dust on the sidewalk.]
Back home, Dad and I never let people get too close to us. Hell, you've probably noticed he's not exactly the biggest social butterfly around... I've been here longer than him, but...
[She looks back over to Crow, expression apologetic.]
It's... not because I don't care about you, or anything.