[She reaches out for his lower arm, and then she's back there, looking out his eyes at a baby that ought to have been at daycare. Or preschool. Or, you know, anywhere where it didn't look like he'd made his own lunch.
This time, she's got enough presence of mind to realize she has to let go. After an ugly moment--figuring out how to get back into control is harder than she'd expect--she does, staring up at him.]
no subject
[She reaches out for his lower arm, and then she's back there, looking out his eyes at a baby that ought to have been at daycare. Or preschool. Or, you know, anywhere where it didn't look like he'd made his own lunch.
This time, she's got enough presence of mind to realize she has to let go. After an ugly moment--figuring out how to get back into control is harder than she'd expect--she does, staring up at him.]
Sorry. Sorry, what is it?