Derrica doesn't need him to remind her. Loxley has been accomodating; she doesn't doubt that it would sting to be turned down, but she knows he would understand. Give her space, should she need it.
She is quiet for a stretch, as they descend along the street. (Recalls the scramble of taking the ferry in the pre-dawn hours, running this route with her hair coming loose, face still streaked with tears from the loss of Holden. He has been on her mind today, inescapable and deeply missed.) His hand feels good at her waist, and the ease of their conversation diminishes the need to take all the day's frustration and scream until she couldn't.
"I would like that," she says first, before questioning, "But would it be better if you imposed on Richard? Would your company be good for him?"
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Derrica doesn't need him to remind her. Loxley has been accomodating; she doesn't doubt that it would sting to be turned down, but she knows he would understand. Give her space, should she need it.
She is quiet for a stretch, as they descend along the street. (Recalls the scramble of taking the ferry in the pre-dawn hours, running this route with her hair coming loose, face still streaked with tears from the loss of Holden. He has been on her mind today, inescapable and deeply missed.) His hand feels good at her waist, and the ease of their conversation diminishes the need to take all the day's frustration and scream until she couldn't.
"I would like that," she says first, before questioning, "But would it be better if you imposed on Richard? Would your company be good for him?"