Justine's words made Thomas' head snap up in surprise. Despite their conversation yesterday, from his reception, Thomas had thought... Wishful thinking, clearly. "I'm just dropping Alice off," he insisted. "Then I'm coming back here." With you.
Justine's hand slid down his shoulder to grip his, and he stared at their gloved fingers, entwined black and white. "Please, Thomas, don't lie to me," she said softly. "You want to go back. You want to make things right with Drusilla, and Lacrimosa, and Edward. You care too much to leave like this. It's alright. You should go." Left unspoken was the fact that even if he stayed, she wouldn't stay with him, because they had made their plans long ago, and it didn't involve her in this chic and uncomfortable apartment.
He still looked stunned, though the light of comprehension slowly dawned in Thomas' eyes as he looked from Justine to Alice. They'd both wanted him here for this one thing. He shook his head and laughed, a single dry almost bitter chuckle. "You've gotten too good at this."
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Justine's hand slid down his shoulder to grip his, and he stared at their gloved fingers, entwined black and white. "Please, Thomas, don't lie to me," she said softly. "You want to go back. You want to make things right with Drusilla, and Lacrimosa, and Edward. You care too much to leave like this. It's alright. You should go." Left unspoken was the fact that even if he stayed, she wouldn't stay with him, because they had made their plans long ago, and it didn't involve her in this chic and uncomfortable apartment.
He still looked stunned, though the light of comprehension slowly dawned in Thomas' eyes as he looked from Justine to Alice. They'd both wanted him here for this one thing. He shook his head and laughed, a single dry almost bitter chuckle. "You've gotten too good at this."