[She lives in the past, the way the dead do. It's strange to be reminded of what the present is.
Carla takes the jacket, laying it across her legs for a moment while she reaches for him. They know perfectly well that she isn't going to say thank you, for any of this, but when she leans over, she approximates it well enough. Her kiss is brief before she's rocked up to her feet to pull her coat back on.]
Sounds good.
[She presses the napkin against her neck, waiting for him.]
too early;
Carla takes the jacket, laying it across her legs for a moment while she reaches for him. They know perfectly well that she isn't going to say thank you, for any of this, but when she leans over, she approximates it well enough. Her kiss is brief before she's rocked up to her feet to pull her coat back on.]
Sounds good.
[She presses the napkin against her neck, waiting for him.]