It's not what I want, (Yasha tries, frustrated. She is staring at the ground too. She has always been bad at talking about what she wants, and the situation is now so uncomfortable that she is close to leaving, but she holds herself fast in place because– well, she has it in her head that Beau deserves more than that.
They are friends. Or, at least, Yasha thinks that they are. As close to friends that she can ever get with anybody save for Mollymauk. She closes her eyes with a sigh, and gathers herself, and tries again. Her gaze remains trained on her feet.)
I am not mad at you, (she says eventually, gesturing with one hand.) I am mad at the situation, and I... need time. That is why I want to go, because I need space to think. But I am not mad at you.
(It's the truth. The plain, stumbled over truth of the whole situation, as stark and as open as Yasha can bear to put it. She already feels guilty for having pulled Beau off of her feet earlier, but isn't sure how to apologise without it sounding forced.)
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They are friends. Or, at least, Yasha thinks that they are. As close to friends that she can ever get with anybody save for Mollymauk. She closes her eyes with a sigh, and gathers herself, and tries again. Her gaze remains trained on her feet.)
I am not mad at you, (she says eventually, gesturing with one hand.) I am mad at the situation, and I... need time. That is why I want to go, because I need space to think. But I am not mad at you.
(It's the truth. The plain, stumbled over truth of the whole situation, as stark and as open as Yasha can bear to put it. She already feels guilty for having pulled Beau off of her feet earlier, but isn't sure how to apologise without it sounding forced.)