Re: Iris' bedroom "Gray"/Iris
[There was nothing else she could say. She could keep insisting that there was always the opportunity for something to happen, but she could tell (even in a voice that was barely more than a breath in her hair) that he would never concede the point. So she simply stayed quiet, especially with the soft shush that came next.
She only had to be herself. The thought maybe turned her stomach, but it was her own thing to be stubborn about, knowing that they would never agree. It was somehow both frustrating and comforting that he thought well of her, and she couldn't decide on which. But she did let one soft little whisper escape.] Whoever that is...