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He had gone back to sleep. It was late, and while Odette knew she hadn't give much indication that she had arrived, she had just... thought he would know when she had? That was ridiculous. She was--- this was no way to have a serious discussion, so early in the morning it was unholy with begin with, not to mention she was one teardrop away from blubbering. Blubbering. And without---

Odette felt her body seize as she heard the door creak open. Immediately, an uncontrollable frown took over her face, and her grip on herself tightened. She hadn't even turned to look at him yet and-- what was wrong with her? This was not her, this was not normal, she did not do this. She did not cry. Even though she was right now.

She wanted to turn to face him. She wanted to jump to Noah, grip him tightly and then have him carry her back into the house because she had become so tired and her legs felt weak. But--- but--- her hands curled, also feeling a deep sense of unsettlement. Odette dropped her hands, only to begin to wring her wrists. What could she say to him? She didn't know what to say because she... just didn't.

Somewhere within her internal struggle, Odette had finally turned to face Noah, but it had taken her until now to realized it. And her first thought was, even in the dark, was how he looked just as miserable as she felt. Did that ease her or made her feel more dismal? She wasn't sure. Everything just felt so jumbled up--- how could continuing to stand there feel just as wrong as thinking about rushing to him? She didn't understand, she did not like all this thoughts about him that made her want to cry, and yell at him. How could she feel so conflicted about him?

Her mouth gaped, as Odette felt lost for words. She couldn't, she couldn't-- it didn't feel-- "I'm upset with you," she said miserably, rubbing the side of her face into her shoulder. Despite fighting for control, her voice was still sad and her eyes were still swollen, puffy, and moist.

"And I don't--- I can't---" she started, but quickly dropped it with something that evoked a frustrated exhale. Couldn't what? Didn't what? What! "--- let it go." Sputtering, Odette ran a hand through her limp hair, and felt herself instinctively lean closer toward Noah.