[ So she's not gonna be answering any questions. Okay then. Jupe gleans what he can from her shifting expression: no familiarity, zero recognition. No interest in him—good, he reassures himself—specifically.
More questions pop into his head, disorderly, but at the last second he decides it's not worth it. He gives her a nod and, as soon as her back's partly to him, closes his eyes. Jupe listens like it's something you can do as hard as you can, summoning up the noise that came out of that thing and straining to hear past the walls of the house.
He doesn't hear any of that. What he hears is a low, distant thump, like someone falling out of bed. Another. It keeps coming, but it's not rhythmic. His eyes fly open; however far she's made it into the hall, he reaches toward her. Like the word's been jerked out of him: ] Wait—
Enter the Dog
More questions pop into his head, disorderly, but at the last second he decides it's not worth it. He gives her a nod and, as soon as her back's partly to him, closes his eyes. Jupe listens like it's something you can do as hard as you can, summoning up the noise that came out of that thing and straining to hear past the walls of the house.
He doesn't hear any of that. What he hears is a low, distant thump, like someone falling out of bed. Another. It keeps coming, but it's not rhythmic. His eyes fly open; however far she's made it into the hall, he reaches toward her. Like the word's been jerked out of him: ] Wait—
[ Too late. ]