[Johanna rolls her eyes right back. She's genuinely irritated, but the hugeness of the movement is more to mock Kate than demonstrate her feelings. Like wow. With a huff of breath, she grabs for her shorts, lifts her hips up off of the bed a little so she can pull them on without actually standing.
Beneath her sarcasm and irritation, Johanna really does know what Kate is suggesting--and her caginess was probably anticipated, to a degree. It's easier to be a bitch than to feel any real feeling, to second guess herself--or, worse, to let herself think of what it means, that Kate would offer-- that. Keeping people closed out can still work even if they're making kind and patient offers. You just have to work harder at it. Be bitchier.]
Come on, I didn't even whittle you a ring yet. You're that easy?
[Seeking an argument instead of seeking attention usually works better.]
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Beneath her sarcasm and irritation, Johanna really does know what Kate is suggesting--and her caginess was probably anticipated, to a degree. It's easier to be a bitch than to feel any real feeling, to second guess herself--or, worse, to let herself think of what it means, that Kate would offer-- that. Keeping people closed out can still work even if they're making kind and patient offers. You just have to work harder at it. Be bitchier.]
Come on, I didn't even whittle you a ring yet. You're that easy?
[Seeking an argument instead of seeking attention usually works better.]