[As he talks, Laura busies herself with opening the pie box and slicing it into neat wedges with a claw, partially because that is what they agreed to do and partially because she's not sure she can bring herself to look directly at Matthias in that moment. His face is flushed, and her cheeks feel warm, too, and if she thinks about any of it too directly, she is unsure she will be able to remain sitting here. There is too much energy in her limbs, too much temptation to climb up to the tallest point in the Gallows and sit there and hold all of this inside of her.
It is easier to listen to him without looking, and to think Matthias would like to kiss me without feeling like it might be written too clearly in her eyes.]
You were not a coward. [How could it be his fault? Laura picks up a slice of the pie with one hand and offers it to him, still not quite lifting her head.] I made it difficult.
[It doesn't go unnoticed by Laura that they might have had this conversation much earlier, from behind a pair of masks, if not for her.]
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It is easier to listen to him without looking, and to think Matthias would like to kiss me without feeling like it might be written too clearly in her eyes.]
You were not a coward. [How could it be his fault? Laura picks up a slice of the pie with one hand and offers it to him, still not quite lifting her head.] I made it difficult.
[It doesn't go unnoticed by Laura that they might have had this conversation much earlier, from behind a pair of masks, if not for her.]