Yeah, but what do you do? You don't just stare at the walls all day, right?
[Because nobody could simply sit at home and do nothing, could they? Angela stays home, too, but she paints, she has things to pass her time, and he's glad for it, because it means he can feel moderately less guilty when he's away for days at a time, when he's away like he is right now, spending the evening in a secluded garden with someone he barely knows, someone very beautiful. It's not the first time it's happened, and it likely won't be the last.
And again, he recognizes, he's pressing her. Asking her for more than she'd offered, and maybe he should simply take her at her word. Maybe she really is a fool, who does nothing at all, who obviously has money, but, from the way she tells it, very little in the way of substance, save attending these parties. Somehow, though, he doesn't believe that's all there is to her.
Is it just a desire to read more into people than what's really there? He's always been inclined to pry, inclined to dig too deeply, but for just a second, he wonders what it is he sees in her that makes him poke at her in this way. It's teasing, in a sense, but genuinely curious, too, more pointed than simple idle banter.]
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[Because nobody could simply sit at home and do nothing, could they? Angela stays home, too, but she paints, she has things to pass her time, and he's glad for it, because it means he can feel moderately less guilty when he's away for days at a time, when he's away like he is right now, spending the evening in a secluded garden with someone he barely knows, someone very beautiful. It's not the first time it's happened, and it likely won't be the last.
And again, he recognizes, he's pressing her. Asking her for more than she'd offered, and maybe he should simply take her at her word. Maybe she really is a fool, who does nothing at all, who obviously has money, but, from the way she tells it, very little in the way of substance, save attending these parties. Somehow, though, he doesn't believe that's all there is to her.
Is it just a desire to read more into people than what's really there? He's always been inclined to pry, inclined to dig too deeply, but for just a second, he wonders what it is he sees in her that makes him poke at her in this way. It's teasing, in a sense, but genuinely curious, too, more pointed than simple idle banter.]