[It should make her feel better, the knowledge that they've actually managed to find enough self control to walk away, but if anything she just feels worse, watching him getting ready to leave.
She's not really thinking, when she steps forward to catch his wrist, holding on for just long enough to kiss him once more, light and quick, though she lingers for just a moment.]
Sorry. [Whispered against his lips, and she thinks about kissing him again but knows that if she does, this time they won't stop.
Instead, she pulls away, runs away, slipping out the roof exit and letting the night swallow her up.]
[And he just — stands there for a few minutes that feel more like a few hours, dazed.
This didn't fix anything at all. Why did he ever think it would?
Saul shakes his head to break the trance, then turns on his heel to head for the stairs. Then stops mid-step, looks back toward the door, and makes one final potentially stupid — but sincere — decision before he heads off to throw himself into bed.
So if Stephanie comes back in this way, and if she's too cold or too wet, she can feel free to take his coat. Because he left it for her.]
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She's not really thinking, when she steps forward to catch his wrist, holding on for just long enough to kiss him once more, light and quick, though she lingers for just a moment.]
Sorry. [Whispered against his lips, and she thinks about kissing him again but knows that if she does, this time they won't stop.
Instead, she pulls away, runs away, slipping out the roof exit and letting the night swallow her up.]
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This didn't fix anything at all. Why did he ever think it would?
Saul shakes his head to break the trance, then turns on his heel to head for the stairs. Then stops mid-step, looks back toward the door, and makes one final potentially stupid — but sincere — decision before he heads off to throw himself into bed.
So if Stephanie comes back in this way, and if she's too cold or too wet, she can feel free to take his coat. Because he left it for her.]