[Her teeth grit together as she resists the urge to shout. So much of being here is focusing on restraint and it's already driving her crazy.]
We're not doing this here.
[Oh, they're making it to the park. They've come this far and she doesn't want to fight with him. She wants to see the greenery more. So she pushes past him, her shoulder bumping against him. And in case he thinks he's going to stalk off, she grabs hold of his hand to tug him along after her. They can walk the rest of the way in silence.]
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We're not doing this here.
[Oh, they're making it to the park. They've come this far and she doesn't want to fight with him. She wants to see the greenery more. So she pushes past him, her shoulder bumping against him. And in case he thinks he's going to stalk off, she grabs hold of his hand to tug him along after her. They can walk the rest of the way in silence.]