"That's…"
Hearing how I understood the peculiar situation we found ourselves in, Fay hesitated.
Her eyes turned a bit wider only for her to then turn them down as if to avoid the scrutiny of my sight.
Her hand moved up to rest upon her stomach again, slightly caressing it up and down in spite of her clothes getting in the way.
"You know, even after I checked myself up… I might be tired, but I'm in a really bad state yet," Fay muttered, refusing to look me in the eye as she did so, even going as far as to put a chokehold on our connection.
Yet, rather than trying to hide something from me… I could tell she was so on the edge when it came to making her decision, she simply didn't want my worry for her to factor in on that.
"So you want to stay?" I asked, even though I pretty much already knew the answer.
