Her gaze flickered up to him and she seemed a little off, her brows furrowing. "You have a life, Abel. Once all this is over, you'll be able to live it." She let go of his hand and folded her arms almost protectively. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find someone. That'd be nice, right?"
She gave him a small smile, standing up, her fingers brushing the surface of the table. "Yeah. Just tired. Are we doing anything tonight?"
She shook her head, looking down at the table. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna head to bed. I'm kinda tired. Are you okay?"
She nodded, looking up and giving him a tight little smile before going over to her bedroom. "Okay. Night, then."
She stood in her room, crossing her arms as she looked out the window at the moon. She felt her eyes well up with tears and she wiped them away hastily, looking at the tears on her hand. "What is wrong with me?" she mumbled, getting into the hammock and pulling the blanket up to her chin. "Don't be stupid."
The window was open in her room, blowing cold air in. She was in her hammock, her blanket around her. It would be hard to see her face in the gloom. "...what's wrong?"
He looked down uncertainly at the food. "I made you pasta.. I was afraid I had upset you somehow. But I just want you to know that, uh, I'm lucky to have you. I appreciate that you're willing to stick by side. I wouldn't have it any other way, or anyone else besides you on our team."
She was silent on the other end of the room. After a few moments, he would hear something that sounded like a restrained sniffle as she settled back in her hammock, her back to him.
She shook her head, but quickly realized he couldn't see it and laughed tearfully. "You didn't do anything, Abes. I promise. I'm just really, really tired and you're being really sweet and I don't quite know how to handle it. This is super embarrassing; I'm sorry." She took a small little breath. "It's just been a weirdly bad day. I don't know. Sorry."
