His question brings a short, humourless laugh to her lips but it fades into a genuine smile as she nods her head, admitting that he had more or less exactly on the money. Because, well, how can she deny that was exactly what she was doing? Self-pity was an easy fall back for when she did not have anything else to occupy her mind. She didn’t really know what else to do to fill up her time now that everything was just a little foreign enough to make her feel uncomfortable. It’s not the first time she’s tried to think about what her plan is, but certainly the first time she’s been asked by someone else.
There’s something in the way he smirks, though, that makes her not reply with a ramble of her honest thoughts, as she is prone to do. Although there is nothing close to the wild mischief in his golden eyes, there is undeniably a cautious spark of something in her own gaze. Perhaps she should be too old to be captivated by a mischievous smirk, but it’s good to experience something that is not a ghost of a feeling.
Her tone is mock-serious when she replies, although she does speak the truth. “That was exactly my plan for the rest of the day.” The rest of the year, probably. And more afterwards until something sparked a change in her routine of haunting the echoes of her old life.
A quirk of a smile at the corner of her own mouth comes when she brushes those thoughts aside and follows her curiosity down the rabbit hole. Her head tilts a little to the side as she keeps her gaze focused on his. “But I would be open to moving my schedule around, if you had something in mind.”
Although she does not currently believe she is in danger in any way, just having a bit of fun, if she paused to think about it she would wonder how far she might travel to chase the feeling of being alive.
Farther than she ever has before, certainly. Whether she knows it or not.
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