Buried

PHOEBE

Phoebe looked up and blinked at him, eyes wide with confusion. "What time is it?" she asked innocently. Clearly she had no concept of how long she had been gone. Yes it was night but...certainly not long passed sunset?! But then his other statement set in and she stilled, openly staring. "You....you cooked for yourself?" she said, gaping at him openly. He...he cooked? She clearly couldn't believe it.

But as she tried to continue rushing, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at his hand then up at him, cheeks blushing a bit. "Sorry... I assumed you were angry with me." she said quietly, still collecting her things but at a less frenzied pace.

Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?