Elizabeth closed the curtains and stepped back from the window.
It wasn’t dark outside, but every time she saw how many people were in the street below them she felt uncomfortable.
“You can’t lock yourself away everywhere we go…” Sawyer nodded towards the window.
“Why not? You wanted to be alone, didn’t you?”
“You know I didn’t mean it that way. It’s worrying to me that you feel a need to hide away like this all the time; you weren’t like this before.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and went to get a drink from the minibar, ignoring Sawyer’s concerns even though she knew they were valid.
“You didn’t exactly know me before, Sawyer. I have never been particularly social, and it’s not like it’s irrational of me to want to make sure nobody can see us. You’re supposed to be dead, remember.”
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