Re: Gotham: Iris and Joey
Not everyone is book smart. [The agreement came with a nod. She read a lot, could recall a fair amount of things from those books, but she knew that she was far out of her depth with other things. To the point of being useless.] It would be boring if everyone was smart in the same way.
[She was used to discretion, to people politely looking the other way when the encountered something that shouldn't necessarily be brought out in general conversation. The bald statement made her eyes wide when she looked up at him, shock there that he would be so blunt about something as personal as scars. Startled and reluctant to even think about them being there, her reply held a sharper tone than escaped from her.] Well I'm not going to strip down and show you the rest, whether you've seen or not. [And then she was looking away, lips held between her teeth and she tried to steady herself.
She was still standing (even though her legs felt watery, even though he'd just about commanded her to sit down again), watching his reaction to the too-many words that had spilled out of her. The gin in his glass was gone too quickly, but she didn't follow him when he returned to the freezer to get more. She didn't think to worry about the explosion of emotion that struck soon after. The shout sent more adrenalin into her system, and she didn't think about running away, heading toward the sound instead.
The shock of scarlet should have shocked her more than it did, but she again moved toward it instead of away.] Joey... [Her voice was soft, even if it shook, but she didn't think twice as she grabbed one of the kitchen towels and stepped forward, her attention on him and not the dent in the refrigerator.] What did you do? [The answer was obvious, but she asked it anyway. It gave her something (someone) to think about other than herself and her unexpected confession.]