Even though Sinead had expected some reluctance from Tanis, nothing could have prepared her for just how quickly it came. It completely pulled the rug from under her, feeling like she had lost her footing had Tanis' hands not been around her elbows.<br/>Feeling the sting of rejection, Sinead removed her hands from Tanis' person. It was heartbreaking, finding it unlikely that Tanis would ever feel more comfortable around her than here, in the safety of her own home. With it came a nauseating feeling of having overshared. Sinead knew that Tanis couldn't share this with anybody that would ever affect Sinead's life, but she felt her excitement deflate, feeling like it left them on difficult terms.<br/>Not knowing what else Tanis wanted of her, Sinead stepped out of the embrace, shrugging Tanis' hands off of her. Her face felt warm, unable to fully process the series of emotionally draining ups and downs she had lived through in the span of an hour.<br/>"I should go," she muttered; yet to leave the kitchen, but having turned her attention away from Tanis.<br/>She felt utterly mortified, embarrassed by it all. "I didn't mean to intrude."