still dancing on my own

Isla wrings her hands, seeming awkward and unsure in Remi's presence for the first time in... ever, perhaps. She wants to agree with him, to feel glad that he can see Cal's good points for what they are, but somehow this also feels like a break up, even though they had tried the 'actual dating' thing, and it hadn't worked out. "I... Yes. I suppose it does," she murmurs, trying to meet his eyes. "Is this... I mean, I don't want you to feel like I didn't enjoy things as they were. Like it wasn't..." Amazing. Insane. Addictive. "It's just... when it was over and when you were gone, I didn't have anyone else." Like Ronin. Like Mateo. "Not to spend time with, or to talk to. To read or go for walks or anything like that. Just work, until the next time I saw you." Her eyes sting a bit to want to say it. It's not enough anymore. Isla the flesh is weak