It's the only thing she can think at first, brain sluggish now that the feeling of panic hammering away at her has died down. And he does, but she doesn't mind because he does it well and this time they're being honest with each other and it puts her at ease and...
And a lot of things.
She doesn't really feel like smiling, but she coughs out a laugh at the question anyway and reflects his expression back at him. She doesn't even need an illusion for that, not that she would have used one anyway.]
God, it's going to be stupid. [It almost makes her want to cry a little. Guessing games and promises to do hair, huh? What simple, though no longer exclusively fun, ways for kids like them to connect. Fuck everything, to be honest.] What am I guessing?
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It's the only thing she can think at first, brain sluggish now that the feeling of panic hammering away at her has died down. And he does, but she doesn't mind because he does it well and this time they're being honest with each other and it puts her at ease and...
And a lot of things.
She doesn't really feel like smiling, but she coughs out a laugh at the question anyway and reflects his expression back at him. She doesn't even need an illusion for that, not that she would have used one anyway.]
God, it's going to be stupid. [It almost makes her want to cry a little. Guessing games and promises to do hair, huh? What simple, though no longer exclusively fun, ways for kids like them to connect. Fuck everything, to be honest.] What am I guessing?