He hasn't moved away. She's surprised. "No. Not anymore." She looks away, out at the lake. She shrinks back in on herself a little and shuffles back until her grip on his arm stretches her own arm enough to tug slightly. Oh. Right. She looks back at him. "I used to. Before."
She's not sure anymore if she truly doesn't remember or if she discarded it in anger. It doesn't really matter. "What's your name?"
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Date: 2014-05-14 05:37 am (UTC)She's not sure anymore if she truly doesn't remember or if she discarded it in anger. It doesn't really matter. "What's your name?"