Mercy exhaled softly, gazing toward the floor as he continued to work on her shoulders. She wondered a little if they were working at cross-purposes or something, or if it was just her, or if he was like this with everyone, or ... what?
Maybe they were just incompatible at a base level. She supposed it happened, but she wasn't exactly inclined to get into a deep, philosophical discussion about it tonight.
It wasn't as though she was the greatest communicator or the most people-centric person. Sure, she chatted and hung out and did things with people, but she liked her own time, too.
Maybe she was feeling overwhelmed. Or still coping. Or any number of other things that she had to sort out on her own.
"Think I should probably go to bed. I clearly need a nap."