Neo pushed open the door to the small room he shared with Trinity, and found her sitting quietly
on the bed, her steady gaze lifting from the floor to meet Neo's as he walked in. She knew he'd
be coming to talk to her, or at least try.
Wordlessly, he sat down beside her and joined in silently staring straight ahead, glancing
occasionally at Trinity only to look away. He was deciding what to say to her, and she knew it.
Trinity had learned to read Neo pretty well, and could tell he was only waiting for the right time
to say what he wanted to.
Tired of waiting for him to gather the nerve, she sighed, "Go ahead. I know what you
wanna ask." She continued to look straight ahead.
Neo, too, let out an exasperated sigh before stating his predicted question, "What's
wrong?"
She knew it was coming, and she had tackled the matter of addressing his question during
the entire ride to the hardline and since she got to their room. Trinity spoke quickly, in her usual
fashion, "Weren't you bothered by what happened back there?"
"Yes."
"You didn't look like it." Trinity turned her head to look at Neo, her expression as soft
and gentle as her words.
"I- I'm afraid I don't follow..." Neo was obviously confused and Trinity hesitated with
her next statement. She wanted to tell him how cold he looked, how untouched by death he
appeared. People died around them all the time, and she normally didn't care, but Trinity was
rattled by Jamie's death, and she had expected Neo to feel the same.
But he looked so meek before her now, in the Real World. Nothing like he had been only
minutes ago- so hard and unfeeling. Now he just looked concerned, and maybe even hurt by her
words.
Trinity shook her head, "Never mind."
"Are you sure-"
"Yes" Trinity interrupted harsher than she intended to, "I'm sure."
Now Neo really did look hurt and she mentally kicked herself for being so sharp with
him. Still, she knew that if she did tell him what was on her mind, he would have been even
more offended. But on the other hand, he might have at least been able to explain his 'cold'
nature...
Her mind still unsettled, she stood and headed for the door.
--Where's Ghost when I need him?--
on the bed, her steady gaze lifting from the floor to meet Neo's as he walked in. She knew he'd
be coming to talk to her, or at least try.
Wordlessly, he sat down beside her and joined in silently staring straight ahead, glancing
occasionally at Trinity only to look away. He was deciding what to say to her, and she knew it.
Trinity had learned to read Neo pretty well, and could tell he was only waiting for the right time
to say what he wanted to.
Tired of waiting for him to gather the nerve, she sighed, "Go ahead. I know what you
wanna ask." She continued to look straight ahead.
Neo, too, let out an exasperated sigh before stating his predicted question, "What's
wrong?"
She knew it was coming, and she had tackled the matter of addressing his question during
the entire ride to the hardline and since she got to their room. Trinity spoke quickly, in her usual
fashion, "Weren't you bothered by what happened back there?"
"Yes."
"You didn't look like it." Trinity turned her head to look at Neo, her expression as soft
and gentle as her words.
"I- I'm afraid I don't follow..." Neo was obviously confused and Trinity hesitated with
her next statement. She wanted to tell him how cold he looked, how untouched by death he
appeared. People died around them all the time, and she normally didn't care, but Trinity was
rattled by Jamie's death, and she had expected Neo to feel the same.
But he looked so meek before her now, in the Real World. Nothing like he had been only
minutes ago- so hard and unfeeling. Now he just looked concerned, and maybe even hurt by her
words.
Trinity shook her head, "Never mind."
"Are you sure-"
"Yes" Trinity interrupted harsher than she intended to, "I'm sure."
Now Neo really did look hurt and she mentally kicked herself for being so sharp with
him. Still, she knew that if she did tell him what was on her mind, he would have been even
more offended. But on the other hand, he might have at least been able to explain his 'cold'
nature...
Her mind still unsettled, she stood and headed for the door.
--Where's Ghost when I need him?--