"That's okay too," she reaffirms in a soulless chime, instinctively resorting to the old standby, mystery-girl grin. I simply cannot explain my enigmatic ways even if I'd like to. But no part of it is as convincing as it once was, not in this context, so she lets the corners of her mouth slip again. The effect becomes more bittersweet than sphinxlike. "I see him all the time, anyway," she adds in a sigh.
(The real truth is, of course, that Lucy has been avoiding Dustin as much as possible since last weekend. And it's just too ... difficult to explain why. Inconvenient. Pointless.)
"I'm exhausted," she admits instead, in a rush of different honesty. "Tired. Mentally. But I'm fine."
Lucy and Pearl
"That's okay too," she reaffirms in a soulless chime, instinctively resorting to the old standby, mystery-girl grin. I simply cannot explain my enigmatic ways even if I'd like to. But no part of it is as convincing as it once was, not in this context, so she lets the corners of her mouth slip again. The effect becomes more bittersweet than sphinxlike. "I see him all the time, anyway," she adds in a sigh.
(The real truth is, of course, that Lucy has been avoiding Dustin as much as possible since last weekend. And it's just too ... difficult to explain why. Inconvenient. Pointless.)
"I'm exhausted," she admits instead, in a rush of different honesty. "Tired. Mentally. But I'm fine."