Cryptic is one way of putting it. Greta had made a valiant attempt to not get the wrong idea, but it's impossible not to wonder (if not outright hope) that he's finally decided to stop dithering, as if in deference to some omnipresent chaperone, and take her to bed. Why else would he pick an evening when she didn't have to be home at any given time? Why else would he have invited her here? It might have been presumptuous to come to the cottage with such intentions, but leveling such an offer here gave her the option of demurring and making her escape with a minimal amount of awkwardness.
If he was going to make such a move, leaving her an open exit seems like the exact sort of thing Thomas would do. Courteous to a fault.
She'd been trying not to get worked up over the possibility, but it's still something of an unpleasant shock when Thomas reveals himself, looking rather anxious and smelling faintly of gin. Stepping into the apartment, which resembles her old one in layout but otherwise looks nothing like it, doesn't help to settle her nerves.
There are a few moments during his little speech where she almost interjects, wanting to level some sort of objection on principle. Is he sure this is a good time? Does he really want to tell her any of this? And -- this one rises with a flare of indignation -- isn't it a little too late for him to speak of her wanting him as if that decision wasn't made months ago?
Or is she meant to reconsider? Is that what he's getting at?
Greta shuts her mouth and looks at him, wanting to be sympathetic, but caught somewhere between 'perplexed' and 'wary,' instead. This definitely wasn't the sort of evening she was expecting. Which is probably what she gets for expecting what she did.
"I see you've been bracing yourself," she says dryly with a nod towards his glass. "Is it really as--as bad as all that?"
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Date: 2018-03-08 04:49 am (UTC)If he was going to make such a move, leaving her an open exit seems like the exact sort of thing Thomas would do. Courteous to a fault.
She'd been trying not to get worked up over the possibility, but it's still something of an unpleasant shock when Thomas reveals himself, looking rather anxious and smelling faintly of gin. Stepping into the apartment, which resembles her old one in layout but otherwise looks nothing like it, doesn't help to settle her nerves.
There are a few moments during his little speech where she almost interjects, wanting to level some sort of objection on principle. Is he sure this is a good time? Does he really want to tell her any of this? And -- this one rises with a flare of indignation -- isn't it a little too late for him to speak of her wanting him as if that decision wasn't made months ago?
Or is she meant to reconsider? Is that what he's getting at?
Greta shuts her mouth and looks at him, wanting to be sympathetic, but caught somewhere between 'perplexed' and 'wary,' instead. This definitely wasn't the sort of evening she was expecting. Which is probably what she gets for expecting what she did.
"I see you've been bracing yourself," she says dryly with a nod towards his glass. "Is it really as--as bad as all that?"