You don't answer. You let the question sit between you, your gaze drifting past her as if something else had caught it. Not a rehearsed deflection, just a quiet refusal to step into what she's asking. You pick at nothing on the table, giving her enough silence to understand without forcing it into words. She watches a second longer, then exhales softly. "Alright," she says, not pressing. "You don't have to tell me." No edge to it, no disappointment, just acceptance of a line you drew without explaining. She leans back, easing the weight of the moment instead of holding onto it. The silence that follows feels lighter. "So," she says after a while, deliberately changing key. "There's a thing tonight." "A thing?" "A party. A few of us are going. Nothing serious, just somewhere to be that isn't here." A beat. "You should come. Might help." "Help with what?" "Whatever you're not talking about." A faint smile. You let that sit alongside everything else you haven't said. Simple on the surface, heavy enough to be worth considering. She doesn't push. She just waits. [[Accept to go]] --- [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Reject to go|Reject to go]]