[ Sharon picks up on the shift in his demeanor almost instantly and stands up a little taller. She fucked up. She said the wrong thing. That's not unusual. That's what she does. She opens her big fucking mouth and thinks she's being thoughtful and... She grinds her teeth together and falls silent.
She watches his back as he fiddles away at his workbench, throat suddenly tight. Uncertain of what to say. Whether she should fight him on this or not. His omen had been worried and... Fucking hell, Da Silva. ]
No. [ She finally grinds out the word, voice thick with concern. ] You're not doing well and I'm not leaving until you are or you make me.
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She watches his back as he fiddles away at his workbench, throat suddenly tight. Uncertain of what to say. Whether she should fight him on this or not. His omen had been worried and... Fucking hell, Da Silva. ]
No. [ She finally grinds out the word, voice thick with concern. ] You're not doing well and I'm not leaving until you are or you make me.