"I don't really think you had a choice," Roxie replies, though she isn't precisely certain if that's comforting or unnerving. Or maybe it's both? It feels like a very fine line to traverse at the moment.
"We all woke up in the woods. There was a message and a board full of pictures." She drops her hand over his and, for once, she lets someone keeping her in one place make her feel tethered - held rather than pinned to the ground. "I looked for you. In the woods, on the board. But you weren't there." She pauses, adding a quick: "I'm glad you weren't there."
Which doesn't sound right either. Scheiße. "Not that - You probably would've been better at a lot of the -" She lets out a short, dissatisfied breath through her nose, well aware that she's articulating it poorly. That her words are doing a poor job of arranging themselves. "There were boxes and riddles. And you're more clever than I am by miles."
Roxie & Reece
"We all woke up in the woods. There was a message and a board full of pictures." She drops her hand over his and, for once, she lets someone keeping her in one place make her feel tethered - held rather than pinned to the ground. "I looked for you. In the woods, on the board. But you weren't there." She pauses, adding a quick: "I'm glad you weren't there."
Which doesn't sound right either. Scheiße. "Not that - You probably would've been better at a lot of the -" She lets out a short, dissatisfied breath through her nose, well aware that she's articulating it poorly. That her words are doing a poor job of arranging themselves. "There were boxes and riddles. And you're more clever than I am by miles."