["Feeding it people" is accurate, but she still makes a face.]
Yeah. That.
[And maybe she should feel worse about that, but it's just a... distant thing. She hadn't seen her father in years. How could she have possibly known? At least she isn't dragging around guilt for that. It's easy for her to power through this part because it's easy for her to keep it at arm's length.
It's the rest that fucks her up, and so she goes quiet, sitting up again. She scoots close, settling her head on his shoulder, arm looping through his.]
If I tell you the rest, do you promise not to call me an idiot?
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Yeah. That.
[And maybe she should feel worse about that, but it's just a... distant thing. She hadn't seen her father in years. How could she have possibly known? At least she isn't dragging around guilt for that. It's easy for her to power through this part because it's easy for her to keep it at arm's length.
It's the rest that fucks her up, and so she goes quiet, sitting up again. She scoots close, settling her head on his shoulder, arm looping through his.]
If I tell you the rest, do you promise not to call me an idiot?