still dancing on my own

Isla frowns at that, staring down at her feet and seeming unsure how to proceed. "So was I meant to just... be there?" she asks softly. "To pick up and put down when you were in the Grounds?" Because it doesn't matter how casual he believes she's being. He's still got everything to go home to, compared to an empty house and silent walls. Then Remi is continuing and Isla's frown grows deeper, the medic shoving her hands in her pockets and shaking her head. "I already apologised for that," she mumbles. "I told you I wanted to have that conversation with you. It's not like I deliberately didn't say anything." Shaking her head, she takes a step back away from him. "Why do I get the impression that I needed to ask your permission before I let someone into my life?" Isla the flesh is weak