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"Nothing," Dallin answered quickly, looking away from Louisa. He should have kept his mouth shut, period. Then he wouldn't have said that. Sure, he'd explain the situation to her if he could, but he just didn't feel right telling people about something that really wasn't something that was his to tell. Besides, he had a horrible feeling that if he told Louisa why Ellie wouldn't be his girlfriend for long, he'd cry or something. And he definitely did not want that.
Thank Merlin for the change of topic. Also, thank Merlin that Dal had decided to get something from the food trolley on his way here. That way, he felt like he could do some good in this visit to Louisa. "Here," he muttered, reaching into his jeans pocket and pulling out a slightly squished pumpkin pasty. "It's, um, all I got." He still wasn't meeting her eyes.
'Nothing' usually meant there was a huge thing going on in the background and usually, like a few days ago, she'd pry the answer out of him easily. He never hides anything from her –as far as she could tell- and with a few questions and puppy eyes, she would know. Not then, though. He was angry, maybe annoyed, and definitely liked his girlfriend dozens more than he used to like Louisa.
So she shut up.
Staring down at the pumpkin pasty he offered, she considered slapping his hand away and going back to her half-sleep half-passing out situation. If he wasn't going to looking at her or drop the angry tone, she wasn't going to accept his charity. But her hand moved on its accord and she took the food, carefully not to touch his skin, and placed it next to her. Scooting over to the window, curling up in a ball, she rested her forehead on her knees and closed her eyes, "
Leave me alone." Her voice cold and shaking, "
..please," There. She'd asked him! He wouldn't feel guilty about getting out of here now- which was what he wanted from the beginning but too polite to do it.