[He moves up to sit beside her on the bed now, unwilling to let her put that much distance between them, but giving her the space to close in on herself if she wants. He's turned toward her with one leg tucked underneath him and the other hanging off the side of the bed, resting on the floor.
He watches her carefully for a while before replying again, quietly.] You did. You didn't want to. You didn't want that choice to be made by anyone. You get so angry with me when I do it. [The Donna position, not the forcing the choice position.] Did you know it would work?
Is that a... good thing?
He watches her carefully for a while before replying again, quietly.] You did. You didn't want to. You didn't want that choice to be made by anyone. You get so angry with me when I do it. [The Donna position, not the forcing the choice position.] Did you know it would work?