Barrow reaches forward to gently place his hand on hers. He remains smiling, but there's the subtlest of sadness behind it now: he can take a hint, and he swore he wouldn't press. That doesn't mean Fitcher's evasiveness doesn't hurt, hunting for excuses to do anything but what he asked.
"Perish the thought," he says, charming as ever, though some of the wind has left his sails.
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Date: 2020-08-26 09:49 pm (UTC)"Perish the thought," he says, charming as ever, though some of the wind has left his sails.