Re: In-person: Amy M/Si M
He didn't answer, but she didn't press. She could tell he didn't feel well, and she was thinking of the best way to make her next suggestion, to make it so he'd listen to her and do it, or consider it, or something. He didn't look good at all, so she didn't argue even a little bit. She got to her feet, and she did tear the Sno Ball wrapper open and took one out. She handed him the remaining one, and she just nibbled at hers as she walked around the room in silence. She slipped her dress on, her shoes, and she walked back to where he was and handed out his sweater, dried if a little crinkly, so he could put it back on. "I can drive," she finally said. "I remember how. I can. You can sleep," she suggested. "I was going to say you can fly, and I can drive back, but I know you won't." And so he wouldn't worry, or feel like he had to fix this for her. "I'll talk to them when I'm back. About Caspar. It's okay," she promised, belatedly sorry that she'd made things worse. He really, really didn't look good at all.