Reinette did not start at Jack's hand on her shoulder, merely welcomed and recognized his presence there. She held silent as she watched the other man fade back into the crowd.
Casanova would be so disappointed. On so very many levels.
Jack's words registered.
Her mouth softening into something that was hardly a readable expression at all, Reinette turned to face her friend. She considered the painting behind him. The conversation that hummed in the call. And what she had so recently discovered.
It was not that she was hiding it from him. Hardly that. But the right time had yet to present itself. That might be now. She looked up at him.
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Date: 2010-07-07 09:14 pm (UTC)Casanova would be so disappointed. On so very many levels.
Jack's words registered.
Her mouth softening into something that was hardly a readable expression at all, Reinette turned to face her friend. She considered the painting behind him. The conversation that hummed in the call. And what she had so recently discovered.
It was not that she was hiding it from him. Hardly that. But the right time had yet to present itself. That might be now. She looked up at him.
"It is all right Jack. I know."