[ It's near-silent, but not silent enough, because she is groggily saying his name like she has no idea why he's even there. And it's because, hm, she doesn't. Lottie has no idea why Marc is in her bed, because she remembers how their conversation went. How she stormed off and, most importantly, how he didn't stop her. She balls up the tissue in her hand slowly, glancing around as if she can tell the time from how dark it is (late?).
And it's terrible, because Lottie immediately is relaxed with his weight to the side of her. With his smell finally coating the sheets, and she almost gives in and reaches out to hold him but doesn't. That's right, it settles on her face, she's upset. And tired! And she doesn't care if Marc looks like a needy cute cat. It's a tired whisper, ]
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[ It's near-silent, but not silent enough, because she is groggily saying his name like she has no idea why he's even there. And it's because, hm, she doesn't. Lottie has no idea why Marc is in her bed, because she remembers how their conversation went. How she stormed off and, most importantly, how he didn't stop her. She balls up the tissue in her hand slowly, glancing around as if she can tell the time from how dark it is (late?).
And it's terrible, because Lottie immediately is relaxed with his weight to the side of her. With his smell finally coating the sheets, and she almost gives in and reaches out to hold him but doesn't. That's right, it settles on her face, she's upset. And tired! And she doesn't care if Marc looks like a needy cute cat. It's a tired whisper, ]
What the heck are you doing?