[ she misses his smile, doesn't she? it strikes her like a knife through the ribs. she misses his smile and knowing she'd been the one to warrant it. despite the pang of grief, her own smile widens, coquettish. she sets the water cup on the little tray table alongside her cot. ]
Surprised is better.
[ she sits up more fully, stubbornly. she wants to be more upright, wants to be on even footing with him, as much as that's impossible with him towering at six feet and she's prone or even sitting. but her back is straight, now, and that's something. she still has to crane her neck to look up at him. actually, she has to crane it more. maybe she'd made a terrible mistake. ]
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[ she misses his smile, doesn't she? it strikes her like a knife through the ribs. she misses his smile and knowing she'd been the one to warrant it. despite the pang of grief, her own smile widens, coquettish. she sets the water cup on the little tray table alongside her cot. ]
Surprised is better.
[ she sits up more fully, stubbornly. she wants to be more upright, wants to be on even footing with him, as much as that's impossible with him towering at six feet and she's prone or even sitting. but her back is straight, now, and that's something. she still has to crane her neck to look up at him. actually, she has to crane it more. maybe she'd made a terrible mistake. ]