"No, it's -" Veronica turns her head to the side, trying to figure out what it is she's saying. She's never been one to just go along with something placidly, never one not to speak her mind, but that generally requires that she know her own mind on the matter. It's not like she doesn't want more, except for the part where some bit of her doesn't, not yet.
Explaining why is easy when it's to herself. Telling anyone else is like invading her own privacy, sharing too much. It's not like she doesn't trust him. It's just simpler when things are slow and certain, when she knows what's happening. "You caught me off guard," she says. "Just - I'm not -" Reaching up, she scratches at her brow and leans back against the wall, more a motion of cessation than an invitation.
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Date: 2009-07-05 01:50 am (UTC)Explaining why is easy when it's to herself. Telling anyone else is like invading her own privacy, sharing too much. It's not like she doesn't trust him. It's just simpler when things are slow and certain, when she knows what's happening. "You caught me off guard," she says. "Just - I'm not -" Reaching up, she scratches at her brow and leans back against the wall, more a motion of cessation than an invitation.