[ Likewise, he's learned how to read her... how to know some of what is going on below the surface. He's not a mindreader, and he tries not to pry where he's not wanted, but he's learned to recognize Jesse's subtle shifting expressions.
She turns away from him and he lowers the energy bar, because it seems clear enough to him that upset has settled in again: upset that he caused. Why do I always do that? Why am I always upsetting her? I want- I don't want to upset her anymore. I want her to be happy.
... Am I making her miserable?
He can tell she's started to eat the food she made for herself, but still she doesn't turn around. A feeling settles in and won't be dislodged; it's telling him that he's messed up yet again, and maybe this time, it'll be the last straw. Maybe this time, she'll decide that enough is enough and she no longer wants anything to do with him.
His shoulders lower but she keeps talking to him even if she isn't looking at him, so he forces himself to respond, hoping his tone sounds normal. ]
It's been a long time since I cooked for anyone, but maybe I... [ The words trail off and he doesn't finish the sentence. ]
So you have to keep up or you get left behind, huh? Is it even worth trying to catch up? I never even liked having a cellphone back then. Whatever a smart phone and a smart watch is, it sounds too smart for me.
[ Then his lips twitch as if he wants to smile, and maybe the barest hint of amusement sounds in his voice. ] I thought you were about to say someone found a way to make a flying car. Or at least, a hovering one.
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She turns away from him and he lowers the energy bar, because it seems clear enough to him that upset has settled in again: upset that he caused. Why do I always do that? Why am I always upsetting her? I want- I don't want to upset her anymore. I want her to be happy.
... Am I making her miserable?
He can tell she's started to eat the food she made for herself, but still she doesn't turn around. A feeling settles in and won't be dislodged; it's telling him that he's messed up yet again, and maybe this time, it'll be the last straw. Maybe this time, she'll decide that enough is enough and she no longer wants anything to do with him.
His shoulders lower but she keeps talking to him even if she isn't looking at him, so he forces himself to respond, hoping his tone sounds normal. ]
It's been a long time since I cooked for anyone, but maybe I... [ The words trail off and he doesn't finish the sentence. ]
So you have to keep up or you get left behind, huh? Is it even worth trying to catch up? I never even liked having a cellphone back then. Whatever a smart phone and a smart watch is, it sounds too smart for me.
[ Then his lips twitch as if he wants to smile, and maybe the barest hint of amusement sounds in his voice. ] I thought you were about to say someone found a way to make a flying car. Or at least, a hovering one.