It's soothing to the substantial parts of her that are, remain, absolutely enraged. There's no room to express it around the pain of sudden focus and the confusing, dizzying pull toward actual comfort, but it's there. The gratitude is indescribable.
Perhaps it's what emboldens her enough to mumble, quietly, "I don't know that I ever left, sometimes. Don't know if it just changed, waiting to spring on me."
Everything out of his mouth thus far has been good. If ever she could voice this, it's now.
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It's soothing to the substantial parts of her that are, remain, absolutely enraged. There's no room to express it around the pain of sudden focus and the confusing, dizzying pull toward actual comfort, but it's there. The gratitude is indescribable.
Perhaps it's what emboldens her enough to mumble, quietly, "I don't know that I ever left, sometimes. Don't know if it just changed, waiting to spring on me."
Everything out of his mouth thus far has been good. If ever she could voice this, it's now.