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Now that it was clear that no one was going to run from this situation, Elinor had a hard time looking away from him. She was eager to hear him talk, and barring that, she wanted to watch for any sign of what he was thinking. Nigel usually kept a somewhat placid expression. Small twitches of his lips, an eyebrow, the heaviness of a blink-- It was little things he did that were his indicators. Whereas she was an open book most of the time, Nigel required some deciphering. It was just his way, and for the most part, she was perfectly fine with that. Only because, for the most part, she had been with him long enough (or maybe she was just special enough) to be able to figure him out.
So when he made the choice to keep holding her hand, it left her all the more... stunned? No. More like thrilled, maybe. She was ready to go with whatever he was going to give her, and she perched on the cushion next to him, all nerves. The scientist gave the apothecary a little squeeze in reassurance.
"I guess the timing for this sort of thing is hardly ever convenient." There. That was good. She wanted to follow up with something equally well-spoken, but words failed her, and she only came up with "I'm sorry I never... I mean, we should have..."
Here, she trailed off, thinking over the very, very long time she had been with Nigel, and how some things were just never discussed, like some kind of mutual understanding that they didn't talk about those things. "It just never came up, I guess."
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