She tensed again as his arms slid around her, wanted to pull her marred and damaged hand away from his--nearly did--but once she felt the warmth of his body against her back, his breath against her ear, something else broke in Pippa and she sank back into him, heavy with exhaustion. "It's not the same..."
Pippa started another round of meek protest at his words, keeping after him and reassuring him that he and the band are talented enough to land a recording contract, keep one and make a go of their collective dream seemed like such an easy task in comparison to what he wanted to undertake here. "How, Ro? How? I don't even want to be here. I try and I can't." She did slip her hand out from under his then, held it in front of them as if it weren't part of her any longer. "I thought it wouldn't matter, wouldn't make a difference if I could just come back here and make my glass, but it does. It does."
She could look at her hand, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. "It changes everything."
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Date: 2008-10-25 03:29 am (UTC)Pippa started another round of meek protest at his words, keeping after him and reassuring him that he and the band are talented enough to land a recording contract, keep one and make a go of their collective dream seemed like such an easy task in comparison to what he wanted to undertake here. "How, Ro? How? I don't even want to be here. I try and I can't." She did slip her hand out from under his then, held it in front of them as if it weren't part of her any longer. "I thought it wouldn't matter, wouldn't make a difference if I could just come back here and make my glass, but it does. It does."
She could look at her hand, but she wouldn't meet his eyes. "It changes everything."