(psl) we all got secrets, so are you gonna keep it

[indolentaxe]

Everybody’s got something they're hiding
And the best secrets are the ones you don’t keep

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[indolentaxe]

Suit yourself.

[It's just as well. This way, she can clean herself up and wind down without the distraction of him here. The games they play are dangerous indeed, and with some distance they'll be able to lie to themselves for that much longer.

Hilda doesn't rise from the couch quite as quickly as he does, but eventually she forces herself to so that she doesn't just fall asleep right there. At the very least, she needs a shower. She's debating if she also wants to draw a bath and soak for a little while too, although the need for sleep may postpone that but of pampering until tomorrow.]

I'll be sure to let him know it was enjoyed. [She gives him a smile, easy and careless as anything, as she scoops up her clothes and grabs the glasses off of the coffee table.] Drive safe.

[With that last bit of well-wishing, she gives a wave and starts her retreat into her own space, stopping to drop the glasses off in the kitchen sink along the way.

There's no need to see him out. She's too tempted to say something warm and nice as a goodbye, and neither of them want that.]