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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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[ragnarsson]

[Ivar sinks back down into his wheelchair, his arms trembling a little, but not from the effort of holding himself up. That was a much more intimate moment than he's ever shared with a woman. Just pure sex didn't even come close to it.]

We should go back inside. It's late.

[It's a retreat, something that's a product of his mind not knowing how to deal with the situation at hand. When Ivar doesn't know how to deal with a situation, he has to think, analyze it, and approach it from all angles until he knows exactly what he's going to do. There's too many emotions involved right now and he has to dissect them.

Without waiting for Letha to answer, he turns his wheelchair in an abrupt manner that makes the wheels scrape harshly against the ground, and he goes back inside.]

[burntbridges]

[She knew Aristeo long enough to know those retreats by heart, but something still feels a bit heavy in her chest when he suddenly turns the chair and she has to pull her hands back to avoid the handles in the back hitting her.

She hates to be left alone like this, given time to analyze, and overanalyze, and panic, and think of every mistake she might have made. After being allowed such intimate affection, she knows she isn't going to sleep tonight.

The door is already closing behind Ivar by the time she thinks to go inside herself, so she silently lets him make his escape and wanders reluctantly to her own bed.]