[ Well that response wasn't what he was expecting. Joel takes a moment to look down at her, trying to read the expression she's wearing, trying to match it to what she replied with and the way she had asked that question.
There's some tension at the back of his neck and he shifts his weight, fingers unconsciously pressing into the hard top of the table behind her. ]
What kind of question is that?
[ Who is there for him to see here in this place? He just got here at the beginning of the month. Hardly enough time for him to find himself attracted to anyone, especially not with the feelings he still carries for her, that have lingered for months and months since her death. ]
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There's some tension at the back of his neck and he shifts his weight, fingers unconsciously pressing into the hard top of the table behind her. ]
What kind of question is that?
[ Who is there for him to see here in this place? He just got here at the beginning of the month. Hardly enough time for him to find himself attracted to anyone, especially not with the feelings he still carries for her, that have lingered for months and months since her death. ]