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He was there. This is the time. She went to the door, opening it--
And he was smiling. He was smiling like that, and it took all her dignified anger away. In that one moment, in that one small moment she saw his face. Part of her hated herself for being so easy when it came to him, and the other part wondered if this wasn't still due to the amount of self-guilt she felt for something she'd done when she had been thirteen. Leaving him...maybe that had triggered the lack of trust. Maybe that was why he hadn't told her.
Maybe she was just being a complete moron to get angry over something like this. Angry, or sad, or utterly confused. That much, the utter confusion, she knew she was going through it. But, she could take a page out of his own book.
If he didn't want her to know, there had to be a reason. If she didn't tell him she knew, there'd be a reason too. He looked so happy to see her, too. The idiot.
After a long pause, she leaned against the door jam. "You look like shit."
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