[She flinches at that first part, and it stops her dead in her tracks. She knows that he doesn't mean to snap at her, and he probably isn't intending to be dismissive in how he holds up his hand. The fact remains that it feels like he's being a jerk, but she doesn't want to call him out on it right away because she doesn't want him to get angry at her or even more frustrated than he seems to be right now.
That means giving him his space, so she can also have hers to try to soothe her hurt feelings without being needy about it. She lets him watch the fields, and instead of standing out there with him, she makes her way back into the little house. She wants to finish getting cleaned up and ready for the day, and also wants to get their things packed.
If he doesn't want to stand around and think up imaginary situations, he's free to take all the time he wants outside figuring out a plan. Whenever he's ready to come back inside, he'll find her sitting on the floor beside the trunk, using it as a table so she can write in her notebook. She spots him and smiles a little, but closes the cover to her notebook.]
I was just writing about when we got to Nashville. [Not that he needs to know, but she tells him anyway.] Did you figure out a plan?
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[She flinches at that first part, and it stops her dead in her tracks. She knows that he doesn't mean to snap at her, and he probably isn't intending to be dismissive in how he holds up his hand. The fact remains that it feels like he's being a jerk, but she doesn't want to call him out on it right away because she doesn't want him to get angry at her or even more frustrated than he seems to be right now.
That means giving him his space, so she can also have hers to try to soothe her hurt feelings without being needy about it. She lets him watch the fields, and instead of standing out there with him, she makes her way back into the little house. She wants to finish getting cleaned up and ready for the day, and also wants to get their things packed.
If he doesn't want to stand around and think up imaginary situations, he's free to take all the time he wants outside figuring out a plan. Whenever he's ready to come back inside, he'll find her sitting on the floor beside the trunk, using it as a table so she can write in her notebook. She spots him and smiles a little, but closes the cover to her notebook.]
I was just writing about when we got to Nashville. [Not that he needs to know, but she tells him anyway.] Did you figure out a plan?