[She doesn't repeat herself -- they both know she's still out here, and if he has something to say, he will. It sucks being shut out -- there's no way he actually wants her to leave, right? He'd tell her so if he did. His actions don't match his tone at all, and besides... if he just said why he wanted to be alone, she'd let him have it, probably.
But when he finally does speak, it's not much better. Dread pools in the bottom of her heart as her fingers unconsciously tighten around the handle once again, and she stands up a little straighter. It's nice of him to say that it's when "people" lost control -- she's one of those people. And-]
Locking yourself up definitely isn't going to help. [There's a fresh wave of urgency in her voice, in spite of her attempts to keep her voice steady and calm.] Scott, please open the door.
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But when he finally does speak, it's not much better. Dread pools in the bottom of her heart as her fingers unconsciously tighten around the handle once again, and she stands up a little straighter. It's nice of him to say that it's when "people" lost control -- she's one of those people. And-]
Locking yourself up definitely isn't going to help. [There's a fresh wave of urgency in her voice, in spite of her attempts to keep her voice steady and calm.] Scott, please open the door.