[Lenore finds herself blinking back tears at his words, throat tightening with grief, all of it that she hasn't yet had time to deal with. She hasn't let herself deal with. She kept up a very careful front with Hector, at the end, only letting him see enough of it that it looked like ennui--and quite a lot of heavy drinking. And since she's been here, she's let her head be turned by the optimism of a new life, a new beginning, without any of the miseries that have shadowed most of her two hundred years before. A little of her grief had showed through in her first meeting with Adrian, as they spoke of their home world, but they'd both had their defenses up then.
Now she's begun to trust him, and that genuine empathy puts a crack into the dam of her emotions.
Pressing the back of one hand to her mouth, she stretches out her other arm and sets down the mug on the nearest stable surface so that it doesn't spill from her now-trembling hand. A few crystalline tears start to spill over despite her rapid blinking to try to keep them back.]
I... [Her voice gives out, and she clears her throat to try again.] I might have to excuse myself.
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Now she's begun to trust him, and that genuine empathy puts a crack into the dam of her emotions.
Pressing the back of one hand to her mouth, she stretches out her other arm and sets down the mug on the nearest stable surface so that it doesn't spill from her now-trembling hand. A few crystalline tears start to spill over despite her rapid blinking to try to keep them back.]
I... [Her voice gives out, and she clears her throat to try again.] I might have to excuse myself.