[ It's not that Chane looks unaffected by the weekend's events. On the contrary, there are faint shadows under her eyes and a certain ghoulishness to her usually pale skin. It could speak of poor sleep, or emotional toil, or just this entire experience. Despite all that, however, she's settled back into her usual chair in the lounge. Her usual chair, her current book, halfway between the window and the fireplace...
Well, it's not wrong to want to be comfortable now.
Barnham hardly goes ignored, though. She knew he was there from the moment he entered the room but only chooses to look up when he approaches her.
...
The book is set down flat. She's giving him her undivided attention. He's even welcome to sit, if he wants.
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Well, it's not wrong to want to be comfortable now.
Barnham hardly goes ignored, though. She knew he was there from the moment he entered the room but only chooses to look up when he approaches her.
...
The book is set down flat. She's giving him her undivided attention. He's even welcome to sit, if he wants.
Not in her chair, though. Get your own, Zach. ]