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how was her day? long. boring. and then, unbelievable. her shoulders are bony and squared when leaned over the sink, washing off grease on her hands from hours of preparation. his food must be freezing by now. she’d finished hers half an hour ago. her tone is a touch cold, a touch apathetic, or a touch something he’s never heard before. she doesn’t turn around to face him and that should be his first indication that something is wrong. ‘ we need to talk. ’
he looks remarkably like a boy suddenly ––– his posture slouching, his expression sheepish ––– as though a combination of the two might do well to protect him from the onslaught of criticism that he is sure is coming. he plays the part of the remorseful boyfriend well. it’s a palm on the flat of her abdomen and another curving at her hip and his mouth hovering at the crook of her neck as though waiting for a permission, his breath ghosting across her skin in the meanwhile. “ what is it? ”
