[ it starts to settle, then, just how weird isaac's reactions are. she remembers seeing him with the fly, that sort of far-away look in his eye, but that's not quite what she sees here. he looks at her like he doesn't know her, like she's just some stranger, and her stomach tenses at the thought.
he looks....self-conscious? like before he had to go walk in and stall, but worse. there's a kind of weight to his shoulders that she narrows her eyes a little. ]
Hey, are you ok- [ allison, right? and she stops, mouth open a little. slowly, her brow draws together as she watches him, still trying to pin-point what exactly seems off. ]
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he looks....self-conscious? like before he had to go walk in and stall, but worse. there's a kind of weight to his shoulders that she narrows her eyes a little. ]
Hey, are you ok- [ allison, right? and she stops, mouth open a little. slowly, her brow draws together as she watches him, still trying to pin-point what exactly seems off. ]
You're kidding, right?