[ He understands, all right. He may even feel it, too; that doesn't mean he's gonna make it easier for her. ]
I'm not.
[ It's far from a romantic declaration. Maybe it's even an out after all, if it's how she wants to take it. But it's not how he means it. He doesn't give her the chance to make a liar out of him, though, not to his face, not yet. He presses his fingers hard to the mug and sidesteps around her to move into the living room. Presumably because it's warmer in there, nearer the fireplace. He's tired of these things always happening in the cold and the snow. Maybe it's why he spent so long out there today — trying to salvage something good out of it, if it's not gonna be this.
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I'm not.
[ It's far from a romantic declaration. Maybe it's even an out after all, if it's how she wants to take it. But it's not how he means it. He doesn't give her the chance to make a liar out of him, though, not to his face, not yet. He presses his fingers hard to the mug and sidesteps around her to move into the living room. Presumably because it's warmer in there, nearer the fireplace. He's tired of these things always happening in the cold and the snow. Maybe it's why he spent so long out there today — trying to salvage something good out of it, if it's not gonna be this.
Should've stayed out there longer, Rogers. ]