[ and that's the first flicker of some emotion beyond curiosity and hope. her mouth twitches downward into a frown, eyes suddenly hardening as she freezes. she'd done something wrong, hasn't she? crossed some line. she knows she has, she's good at that, and she never realizes it's much of a problem until it's too late. getting to know people isn't the problem, she thinks - it's not knowing the right questions to ask.
and it isn't that she's hard-pressed for social niceties, either; a silly notion, given her upbringing. but belle wants to relate to people. truly, she does. relate to them and help them and let them pull through on their own after that. it's a method that's not always foolproof, but it's stunningly beautiful when it does.
she turns her drink in her hand, peering over at him. ] Oh. I. Um. Do you want company?
[ the answer's likely no, she realizes, but the thought might be appreciated, at the very least. ]
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and it isn't that she's hard-pressed for social niceties, either; a silly notion, given her upbringing. but belle wants to relate to people. truly, she does. relate to them and help them and let them pull through on their own after that. it's a method that's not always foolproof, but it's stunningly beautiful when it does.
she turns her drink in her hand, peering over at him. ] Oh. I. Um. Do you want company?
[ the answer's likely no, she realizes, but the thought might be appreciated, at the very least. ]