Anyone else, ( the stubborn, answer-for-everything answer comes promptly; she doesn't make it any easier to disentangle, tilting only enough that if he glances down he might be able to tell that while she's not crying now, she almost certainly has been. the world is overwhelming and unfair and he, at least, doesn't make her feel small and stupid for not knowing what to do with the whole of it.
a little shake of her head, curls that she hasn't bothered arranging tumbling around her shoulders. )
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a little shake of her head, curls that she hasn't bothered arranging tumbling around her shoulders. )
I couldn't breathe, it was too quiet.