Something happened there. Bad associations? In any case the attempted laugh at the expense of New Yorkers didn't work out. He's distracted by something and maybe laughing is something he doesn't do. Humor and happiness are really distant in him, buried, maybe. It's not about her, she didn't do anything wrong; she has to tell herself that a few times. It's hard for him the way other things are hard for her.
Her smile fades and she tilts her head down again, back to low-level fidgeting.
"Yeah," she says. "Crowds are hard for me, too." Not for the same reasons, she thinks, but it's hard to tell without looking too close.
"Listen, if... if there's ever a time when you need to be alone," she says slowly, carefully, "I live in the Rebel apartments. It doesn't matter if you're with them or not. If you go up to the roof, I have sort of a garden up there, it's where I take care of my bees." She waves a hand, like never mind that. "I go up there sometimes to be by myself. If you want, you can do that too. People don't usually go up there, especially early in the morning. It's important, I think, to have somewhere to go." She shrugs. "It's an open offer."
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Her smile fades and she tilts her head down again, back to low-level fidgeting.
"Yeah," she says. "Crowds are hard for me, too." Not for the same reasons, she thinks, but it's hard to tell without looking too close.
"Listen, if... if there's ever a time when you need to be alone," she says slowly, carefully, "I live in the Rebel apartments. It doesn't matter if you're with them or not. If you go up to the roof, I have sort of a garden up there, it's where I take care of my bees." She waves a hand, like never mind that. "I go up there sometimes to be by myself. If you want, you can do that too. People don't usually go up there, especially early in the morning. It's important, I think, to have somewhere to go." She shrugs. "It's an open offer."