[She hums happily at the touch, the ghost of a smile on her lips, because he still looks ... not exactly bothered, but ... contemplative.] Do you mind if I ask what you're thinking about?
Abbie -- [he breaks off, shaking his head. He already knows all that... and it isn't fair for her to always offer. But of course, he doesn't say that, just lapses into further brooding silence.]
[The thing is - she's not sure what else she can offer. Another drink, sure, but what good is that going to do? Now that he's quiet again, she falls silent as well. Maybe the best thing to do would have been to stay quiet. These moments - she's just never really sure what he's thinking.]
[The expression only just serves to make her worry and wonder more. Pushing, though, will get her nowhere. She nods, and takes one last drink.] Home sounds good.
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