Liar, her eyebrows say at those words, and Leonard all sprawled in her chair. It is a comfy chair, but even more, it's about being able to steal her chair, her, now.
(The biggest problem is that really she's going to be thinking about him, like this, all afternoon now.)
"Yeah." Sara says it definitively, dropping a hand on her hip, and staring down at Leonard in her seat. The one most people actually didn't take. Though they did sometimes take every other available space in this room. The chairs. The wall. The floor. The table. The stairs. Not even Mick, who basically lived in here when she was and wasn't here. Only Leonard. And how true has that been for years. "I'm sure."
"None of us have really turned out all wrong in this, entirely, yet, have we?"
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It is a comfy chair, but even more, it's about being able to steal her chair, her, now.
(The biggest problem is that really she's going to be thinking about him, like this, all afternoon now.)
"Yeah." Sara says it definitively, dropping a hand on her hip, and staring down at Leonard in her seat. The one most people actually didn't take. Though they did sometimes take every other available space in this room. The chairs. The wall. The floor. The table. The stairs. Not even Mick, who basically lived in here when she was and wasn't here. Only Leonard. And how true has that been for years. "I'm sure."
"None of us have really turned out all wrong in this, entirely, yet, have we?"