He'd called her a liar. Great. So, she wasn't fooling him. That was fantastic. That didn't mean she had to give up the game, right? She could just continue to pretend that she was OK, right? He wouldn't call her out on that, too, would he?
He was right. She didn't answer his question. She knew that. When that smile came? That one that seemed to fit exactly what she was doing? Well, Lexie felt like she was pulling some sort of scam. She knew she couldn't lie well, why did she even try? People always seemed to see right through her, right past whatever she thought she should say and to the heart of the matter.
"I didn't know there was a professional gimp league, maybe I should join?" She asked flatly. She wanted to joke with him, but she felt like each note came out just a bit off key. She would help it if she could, but she was just wound so damned tight. "She's a good doctor," Lexie volunteered. She knew from experience. Practically heroic.
When he'd said they were alike, Lexie was nonplussed. She didn't know quite what he meant by that. Perhaps they were gimps together? Or maybe the reaction to being gimpy? Though, he seemed to take it much better than she had.
When the question came as to if she'd like to take a walk Lexie looked around. She felt like she was chained to the gym. She didn't have a reason to be, but still she felt like she had a giant rope keeping her here. Making her watch and feel terrible. Andy was offering to cut the rope, and let her walk away, just for a little while. He was going to let her have an escape ever better than fantasy beaches or pharmacy escapades. Andy was going to yank her right out of her own personal hell.
She started nodding quickly almost immediately. "Could we?" She was almost afraid to move, scared he might rescind his offer. "Really?"