Re: Obed/Isobel - poolside - 7:55 p.m.
Obed plainly could not help himself: His eyes followed the path of her hand on the bridge of her glasses, traced the curve of that small, secret smile. A minuscule smirk curved his lips as her words sank in, and he was reminded of the yawning distance that separated them now.
"I know. But I—" He stopped himself, literally biting his tongue to keep those now-familiar words from falling free. They echoed in his mind, paining him with each reverberation, but at least she could not hear. "I want to help. You don't owe me anything, I just..." Want to fix it. Us. Everything. He shook his head. "You have enough on your mind right now. Let me handle this one small thing."