[...That... actually provokes a bit of a laugh, and she considers giving him a nudge to see if he actually falls over. She resists the temptation, instead simply relieving him of the burden by taking the blankets and pillows herself.]
It will do. Thank you.
[-"It's fine, thank you." It's barely an acknowledgement, insincere, dismissive, minimizing. Barely better than the sarcasm she'd offered moments before.
-She staggers back from the sink against the bathroom wall, and her fingers squeeze the glass until it starts to crack in her hand.
-"Why are you acting like you care?"
The intrusive memory makes her pause for a moment, but oddly, it's not as... unbalancing as she expects it to be. There's no rush of tension, no weight in her stomach. She wasn't sure what the sensation that it evoked instead was, exactly. It wasn't... unpleasant, but-]
1/2
It will do. Thank you.
[-"It's fine, thank you." It's barely an acknowledgement, insincere, dismissive, minimizing. Barely better than the sarcasm she'd offered moments before.
-She staggers back from the sink against the bathroom wall, and her fingers squeeze the glass until it starts to crack in her hand.
-"Why are you acting like you care?"
The intrusive memory makes her pause for a moment, but oddly, it's not as... unbalancing as she expects it to be. There's no rush of tension, no weight in her stomach. She wasn't sure what the sensation that it evoked instead was, exactly. It wasn't... unpleasant, but-]