[But it's hard to convey tone via text, and since she had been joking she takes it jokingly, at first, and puts her pen down on the paper to write...
...but then she recognizes the jab in it, the push. And the amusement leaves her face. Is it really always going to be like this?]
I didn't think you'd [meant the poem as a joke. No. She goes back and crosses it out. She doesn't want to get into this like this. She knew it hadn't been a joke, and throwing the nonsequitor, the push in his face like that isn't something that she wants to do, and neither is getting further into that subject right now.
Instead she goes up and circles "swooned" and draws an arch away from it and writes:] I'm not the swooning type.
[And she is tempted to draw a face with a tongue sticking out, and just barely refrains - mostly because her heart's still dragging down from the reminder of the emotional tangle that she's currently avoiding.]
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...but then she recognizes the jab in it, the push. And the amusement leaves her face. Is it really always going to be like this?]
I didn't think you'd [meant the poem as a joke. No. She goes back and crosses it out. She doesn't want to get into this like this. She knew it hadn't been a joke, and throwing the nonsequitor, the push in his face like that isn't something that she wants to do, and neither is getting further into that subject right now.
Instead she goes up and circles "swooned" and draws an arch away from it and writes:] I'm not the swooning type.
[And she is tempted to draw a face with a tongue sticking out, and just barely refrains - mostly because her heart's still dragging down from the reminder of the emotional tangle that she's currently avoiding.]