[ She doesn't understand that either, of course, and Parker likewise doesn't try to interpret. She's still hunched in on herself, feeling small and empty and cold.
There's a moment of silence, where she doesn't look at Callisto at all, and then she shakes her head, pushing the memories away. It had been a good day, before this. Well, as good as they get here. ]
I'm sorry about your family.
[ But she doesn't want to talk about her own anymore. She stands up, a little awkwardly, still avoiding eye contact. ]
Um. I... [ Her gaze sweeps the kitchen, looking for an excuse, not finding one. ] I should...go.
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There's a moment of silence, where she doesn't look at Callisto at all, and then she shakes her head, pushing the memories away. It had been a good day, before this. Well, as good as they get here. ]
I'm sorry about your family.
[ But she doesn't want to talk about her own anymore. She stands up, a little awkwardly, still avoiding eye contact. ]
Um. I... [ Her gaze sweeps the kitchen, looking for an excuse, not finding one. ] I should...go.