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Sept 25, 2024 10:26:05 GMT -6
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He was confused. It really wasn’t all that surprising, Kealey thought as Ash reacted to her apology for eavesdropping. She frowned for a moment wondering if she should explain more, then shrugged her shoulders, “I can feel what you’re feeling.” She said simply, “Sometimes I react to it without thinking and it makes people uncomfortable. I can’t help it though.”
Ash answered the question Kealey had asked about Dallas . He didn’t feel happy about it, “You want to go home.” She said, tilting her head and looking at him as he described the domino effect of clients that had kept him in the city, one client after another. “It’s hard to be separated from the things that are familiar to you by such a long distance.”
She just nodded when Ash explained that people would pay for extra anonymity, it was something Kealey had never really thought of, but she supposed there were people to whom privacy was that important. There’d been no secrets for her growing up though, and secrecy was not in her nature. It was a difficult thing to grasp.
Confirmation. So he’d thought she was Irish. Kealey supposed that the accent was obvious enough; people really did ask her all the time. To herself, though, she didn’t seem to have any sort of accent.
Kealey had offered to help, but Ash didn’t seem to want it. Except that she could tell what he was feeling as he told her that it was part of his job. He wasn’t looking forward to what he was doing, not at all. He was bored, and he assumed she had something better to do.
“Actually. I don’t.” she said, “Have anything to do…” she added after a moment. “I don’t know anyone here either…but good luck.”
Turning, Kealey made to walk away, then turned back for a second, “I’ll take your advice on the shoes though, but thanks again.”
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Posted by ashbrooks on Mar 6, 2009 21:25:21 GMT -6
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She could feel what he was feeling. Ash blinked at Kealey again. She was a mutant. Not only that, but she had just admitted it to him, with no prodding on his part, out in public. It was something Ash could barely even fathom doing himself, yet this girl had just done it.
Yet, apparently she didn't have anything else to do that night. Was she really as alone in this city as he was, nothing to really do but work?
Still, even though she had offered, even though she had responded that she didn't have anything else to do that night, Ash couldn't ask Kealey to stay and help him search through the court proceedings. It was bad enough that he had to be sitting here doing it, Kealey didn't need to as well.
Despite her insistence that she really didn't have anything better to be doing, Ash saw the young woman turn to leave, only to turn back after a moment. Only to have her thank him for his advice on work shoes. Ash smiled a bit, what he was about to start working on dampening his mood slightly. "Good, might not be there to catch you next time," he told her. "And thank you for showing me down here. Probably would have taken half the night on my own."
Watching as Kealey walked away, Ash then turned his eyes down to the books in front of him. He might have found them faster than he would have on his own, but that didn't speed up the job now laying ahead of him; he had a long night coming.
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