the way belmo changes her breathing so you know mdlr is two seconds away from having a full emotional breakdown and she is trying to hold it at bay. at her feet always.
la conoce de toda la vida, más de un año siendo su pareja y se sigue poniendo así de nerviosa cuando le dice que le queda bien un vestido, es tiernísima
oh no not Marta falling into the classic "they came back and said something nice and offered that thing I don’t even want them to do really but makes me feel loved, so clearly they care, i'm not mad anymore and everything is fine now" loop
the aura in this conversation, so restrained and melancholic. the way they used to look at each other is gone. the whole exchange sitting in this quiet, unbearably formal space where the history is still there but the intimacy isn’t. uff.