Layla shot him a look that said Really?, even though she knew the answer was yes, really. She tilted her head back, absently picking at the frayed hem of her jeans.
"You sure are." She didn't want to get into it, she realized. She'd felt powered, upon waking, by a desire to make things somehow not like they were the night before, but suddenly found herself shying away from broaching the subject.
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Date: 2010-02-23 10:47 pm (UTC)"You sure are." She didn't want to get into it, she realized. She'd felt powered, upon waking, by a desire to make things somehow not like they were the night before, but suddenly found herself shying away from broaching the subject.