Of course, that isn't what she means, but she has no way of knowing that
he's misunderstood.
She has no way of knowing what she said to provoke this kind of reaction at
all, really, and she frowns down at the selection in her arms. There's
nothing in the pile that's so offensive that it's worth rejecting the whole
premise -- not even the sequined blazer -- so there must have been some
kind of strange logical leap in his mind.
Frost wants to shake him until he tells her what that leap is, what
she said, how he got from 'try these' to 'abort mission,' and her hair
flares white with the adrenaline spike that comes with her brief surge of
anger -- but it lasts just a wordless moment, cut off by Caitlin's own
logic. Anger and blame don't solve anything. It's not being a good warden
or a good friend.
"It is still an option," she agrees slowly. "And like I said, it does look
good on you."
Like it was made for him, which is probably part of the problem.
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Of course, that isn't what she means, but she has no way of knowing that he's misunderstood.
She has no way of knowing what she said to provoke this kind of reaction at all, really, and she frowns down at the selection in her arms. There's nothing in the pile that's so offensive that it's worth rejecting the whole premise -- not even the sequined blazer -- so there must have been some kind of strange logical leap in his mind.
Frost wants to shake him until he tells her what that leap is, what she said, how he got from 'try these' to 'abort mission,' and her hair flares white with the adrenaline spike that comes with her brief surge of anger -- but it lasts just a wordless moment, cut off by Caitlin's own logic. Anger and blame don't solve anything. It's not being a good warden or a good friend.
"It is still an option," she agrees slowly. "And like I said, it does look good on you."
Like it was made for him, which is probably part of the problem.