What can she say to him? That she doesn't find his face objectionable? That, in another life, another time, perhaps she might have appreciated his form?
That would only give him false hope. She doesn't think he ought to hope.
It's for the best.
And anyhow, he's drunk. See the errors in spelling? See his disjointed remarks? This is bitter intoxication. Best not to discuss this, when tomorrow he might recall and feel ashamed.
She hurt his pride. She doesn't want to shame him, too.
What to do, then? Well, what would it hurt for her to keep him company? Until Wallace appears, perhaps. How lonely he must be, if he's messaging her. (Asking for kisses. Lamenting her frigidity. Steeping in this melancholy. And - yes - pitying himself. With cause.) It would be a kindness, to give him her presence for a while. What would it hurt to offer friendly warmth?
(What does he mean, everyone thinks it best?
No, she -
No, she can imagine.
Manhattan was unkind to her. Perhaps it was an unwelcoming place for him, as well. He isn't handsome. He isn't pleasant. He's cold, too.) ]
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What can she say to him? That she doesn't find his face objectionable? That, in another life, another time, perhaps she might have appreciated his form?
That would only give him false hope. She doesn't think he ought to hope.
It's for the best.
And anyhow, he's drunk. See the errors in spelling? See his disjointed remarks? This is bitter intoxication. Best not to discuss this, when tomorrow he might recall and feel ashamed.
She hurt his pride. She doesn't want to shame him, too.
What to do, then? Well, what would it hurt for her to keep him company? Until Wallace appears, perhaps. How lonely he must be, if he's messaging her. (Asking for kisses. Lamenting her frigidity. Steeping in this melancholy. And - yes - pitying himself. With cause.) It would be a kindness, to give him her presence for a while. What would it hurt to offer friendly warmth?
(What does he mean, everyone thinks it best?
No, she -
No, she can imagine.
Manhattan was unkind to her. Perhaps it was an unwelcoming place for him, as well. He isn't handsome. He isn't pleasant. He's cold, too.) ]
The butter is long done, I'm afraid.
You seem lonely. May I -Would you like me to keep you comp-[...]
I find I am lonely this evening.
Would you object to my company?