She does look at him, now. And yeah, she could ask how the hell he knows that when he wasn't in the room, demand he tell her who's telling him her business, but she's getting the sense that would get her precisely nowhere.
"No," she says, making eye contact, holding it. "He was dead when I got home." And, because it's the sort of little detail freaks love and this might go easier if she doesn't make him drag it all out of her, "Arranged."
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Date: 2012-08-12 01:52 am (UTC)"No," she says, making eye contact, holding it. "He was dead when I got home." And, because it's the sort of little detail freaks love and this might go easier if she doesn't make him drag it all out of her, "Arranged."