Fred lets out a little yelp of surprise and pulls away from him, her hands automatically going to cover the marks that are now safely re-hidden under her shirt.
"Fine, it's nothing, I'm fine!" she insists, flustered, and sounding almost angry. "Really, just... I can't explain. Just leave it. I can't."
She's inched back away from him to sit in the middle of the bed, her legs tucked up under her in an attempt to make herself smaller, perhaps invisible.
It's just Wesley, for heaven's sake. He didn't mean... why are you acting like a terrified child?
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Date: 2006-01-03 08:20 am (UTC)"Fine, it's nothing, I'm fine!" she insists, flustered, and sounding almost angry. "Really, just... I can't explain. Just leave it. I can't."
She's inched back away from him to sit in the middle of the bed, her legs tucked up under her in an attempt to make herself smaller, perhaps invisible.
It's just Wesley, for heaven's sake. He didn't mean... why are you acting like a terrified child?