She no longer made any pretense of guarding him, just as he made no move to even try to escape. She sat on a stool outside the cell, trying to engage him in conversation that he was equally determined to rebuff.
After a while, she seemed content to keep her own thoughts. She'd learned that trying to prod him into giving information he didn't want to share was rather…unprofitable.
It led to long silences that he refused to call 'companionable'.
He couldn't shake that hungry look in her eyes. "Don't you have something better to do?"
"No." she answered.
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Author's Note: Total word count: 99
Just a warning: Next week, starting Sunday, I will be away from the internet while I go to a conference in Virginia. Yayness.
I intend to update this one a few more times before then and I promise to write some of Stranded while I'm on the plane. Blah, writer's block.