[ The mundane act of washing dishes pauses midway at Oona's first assertion, and resumes once Adolf realizes that it's just one of her many teases. He only responds to it with a mild exhale, because he expects it to be followed up by the question she really intended to ask. Validation comes in the form of the soft inquiry, a few seconds later.
He turns the tap off, dries off his hands so the sound of the water won't drown out Oona's voice. ]
If it bothered me, you wouldn't be here.
[ Which is to say, if he really didn't want Oona to be here, he would have found plenty of ways to avoid her. He wouldn't have spoken to her, for one: wouldn't have humored her nor bothered reaching out, because he knows what it's like to have your heart broken by a failed connection.
It's a careful admission, one he punctuates with a careful extension of one arm to the side, to tuck a wet piece of hair behind Oona's ear. ]
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He turns the tap off, dries off his hands so the sound of the water won't drown out Oona's voice. ]
If it bothered me, you wouldn't be here.
[ Which is to say, if he really didn't want Oona to be here, he would have found plenty of ways to avoid her. He wouldn't have spoken to her, for one: wouldn't have humored her nor bothered reaching out, because he knows what it's like to have your heart broken by a failed connection.
It's a careful admission, one he punctuates with a careful extension of one arm to the side, to tuck a wet piece of hair behind Oona's ear. ]
Why do you ask. Does it bother you.