[ It's hard for Scott to sit still while he waits for Allison to show up. And when she does, he's not used to her knocking. It takes him by surprise, like he expected her to just walk through that door and into what they called home. (He can't keep thinking like that. Things have changed now.)
He opens the door with a smile on his face, but it soon fades when he sees Allison's hair. Because by the length of it, he can tell what time she's from. Not his time. The puffiness of her eyes that suggests she's been crying...
Scott knows what she's come to talk about. She doesn't know he's been home.
She's come to break up with him again.
It hurts already. It hurts more than it did back home because they've spent so much time together here. They've lived together, Scott gave her a ring...
So much for thinking this conversation could be about Isaac. He almost wants to laugh at his own foolish optimism. ]
Hey. [ The greeting is more of a release of a breath he's been holding. ] Come in... sit down. [ He steps aside, waiting for her to take a seat on the edge of his bed, which is all too familiar. The conversation is going to happen almost the same way it did back home, except she won't have her father here to come in and comfort her after it happens. She won't have France to escape to. ]
I think I know what you're gonna say. [ He says once they're both seated. ]
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He opens the door with a smile on his face, but it soon fades when he sees Allison's hair. Because by the length of it, he can tell what time she's from. Not his time. The puffiness of her eyes that suggests she's been crying...
Scott knows what she's come to talk about. She doesn't know he's been home.
She's come to break up with him again.
It hurts already. It hurts more than it did back home because they've spent so much time together here. They've lived together, Scott gave her a ring...
So much for thinking this conversation could be about Isaac. He almost wants to laugh at his own foolish optimism. ]
Hey. [ The greeting is more of a release of a breath he's been holding. ] Come in... sit down. [ He steps aside, waiting for her to take a seat on the edge of his bed, which is all too familiar. The conversation is going to happen almost the same way it did back home, except she won't have her father here to come in and comfort her after it happens. She won't have France to escape to. ]
I think I know what you're gonna say. [ He says once they're both seated. ]