Her mouth opened for a couple of moments to quickly snap back shut. She felt that her slightly very dangerous and hectic job was a valid topic to bring up when discussing the future of them. It wasn't--- look where they were! At the broken up wedding of two seasoned veterans, all things considered, when dealing with risks, physically and socially, of the profession. How was that not seriously something to be concerned about? Rose bit the inside of her cheek, feeling her face heat up.
This was not the appropriate way to go about resolving this.
She just needed a couple of moments to think.
Promptly deciding that was an excellent idea, Rose redirected her gaze down to the ground without warning. Staying perfectly still was important to calculate, review, and decide what to say to Octavius so that she could justifiably live, and deal with, whatever she decided after this moment. Some time passed, enough for Rose to finish her thoughts just as another loud voice called out her name.
Blinking rapidly, Rose looked up to meet a rather terrifying image of Odette MacFarlan glaring at them the front of the room. Glancing around proved that almost everyone else at this point had left, and Odette had taken to calling out people by name. Before the other woman had another chance to be intrusive, Rose grabbed Octavius' hand, lacing her fingers through his as she sped them along toward the exit.
Once out of incriminating sight, Rose stopped and turned to face him. With only one quick glance back for good measure, she refocused on him and took a deep breath. "I don't want New Year's to be just a pleasant revisit," she spoke softly, finding that it had been easier to listen to her heart when she had finally been able to calm down her mind. "And I don't--- I think--- we could try. Again--- try again. At this." Rose paused, then added, "If you want to."
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