( She assumes the lingering contact stems from seeking reassurance. While vastly better than their first encounter in Detroit, and the one at the masquerade, this encounter hasn't been without strangeness. Corners appear to be being turned but she can understand any uncertainty.
It must seem terribly bizarre, in a way, for her not to be screaming at him. Cursing his name. Or Elijah's. To not hit out and cry and make a scene. Perhaps all of those things would have helped Connor feel better in some way.
But they simply are not Chloe. Those things have no place within her and so they shall not be given any room. What happened only moments ago was a mere blip. An anomaly. Nothing bubbles within her. She is as cool and as calm as a deep blue ocean. )
What I mean to say is... If you would like to be friends, I would very much like that too.
( As he looks at her, she looks at him in return. The changes in his expression give him a boyish quality. He looks akin to a fresh faced recruit, eager and personable. All very clever design, of course. Purposeful. He is, objectively speaking, pleasant to look at. Handsome.
But there's more to it than that. In those small smiles of his, life comes through. It might be new and just blossoming, but it's life all the same. Expressions that echo who is he and who he could be.
She would like to see who he becomes. )
You can tell me as much as you like about the fish. I don't know much about them myself so I'd love to learn more.
( She's always found them quite... impersonal. Fish can't be petted or held, their beauty only observed from behind glass.
There's a jarring flash of a man being described as a cold fish. But it only lasts for a second. )
Oh, I love dogs. You'll have to tell me all about Sumo, too. I'm sure you're already aware but if you're not, and you don't mind my saying so, did you know that the name Connor means 'lover of hounds'?
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It must seem terribly bizarre, in a way, for her not to be screaming at him. Cursing his name. Or Elijah's. To not hit out and cry and make a scene. Perhaps all of those things would have helped Connor feel better in some way.
But they simply are not Chloe. Those things have no place within her and so they shall not be given any room. What happened only moments ago was a mere blip. An anomaly. Nothing bubbles within her. She is as cool and as calm as a deep blue ocean. )
What I mean to say is... If you would like to be friends, I would very much like that too.
( As he looks at her, she looks at him in return. The changes in his expression give him a boyish quality. He looks akin to a fresh faced recruit, eager and personable. All very clever design, of course. Purposeful. He is, objectively speaking, pleasant to look at. Handsome.
But there's more to it than that. In those small smiles of his, life comes through. It might be new and just blossoming, but it's life all the same. Expressions that echo who is he and who he could be.
She would like to see who he becomes. )
You can tell me as much as you like about the fish. I don't know much about them myself so I'd love to learn more.
( She's always found them quite... impersonal. Fish can't be petted or held, their beauty only observed from behind glass.
There's a jarring flash of a man being described as a cold fish. But it only lasts for a second. )
Oh, I love dogs. You'll have to tell me all about Sumo, too. I'm sure you're already aware but if you're not, and you don't mind my saying so, did you know that the name Connor means 'lover of hounds'?