[In a move that surprises no one, she simply blinks at Bobby's remark, stone-still and expression barely morphing into anything but her usual lost, vacant expression. But it does change, she does react, maybe in ways Bobby cannot see. But in ways she notices--the slight pulling of her lips into a soft frown, the imperceptible widening of her eyes. She breathes in a little too deep, is frozen still by the accidental brush of his fingers.
She hears Rogue's footsteps, and Laura's free hand closes into a white-knuckled fist, her other hovering between them.
It was a joke. He was joking. She is aware she is pretty. This should not stir anything inside of her. Rogue's presence in the room; Bobby's instant reaction to her should not stir anything within her.
Because she smells it: the instant change in his scent. Senses the instant contraction of his muscles, hears the increased tempo of his heart, and sees the dilating of his pupils.
He likes Rogue. He loves Rogue. He does not feel for her what he feels for this girl.
She turns to meet Rogue's gaze, resists the primal urge to extend a claw.]
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She hears Rogue's footsteps, and Laura's free hand closes into a white-knuckled fist, her other hovering between them.
It was a joke. He was joking. She is aware she is pretty. This should not stir anything inside of her. Rogue's presence in the room; Bobby's instant reaction to her should not stir anything within her.
Because she smells it: the instant change in his scent. Senses the instant contraction of his muscles, hears the increased tempo of his heart, and sees the dilating of his pupils.
He likes Rogue. He loves Rogue. He does not feel for her what he feels for this girl.
She turns to meet Rogue's gaze, resists the primal urge to extend a claw.]
No. I was just leaving.