[ The laugh brings a small smirk to her own face, glad to know that it’s baffling enough to both of them - maybe even more so to him. There’s something nice about the nostalgia it brings, the connection to a time long before Deerington, when things seemed to be so much less of a mess. She knows she played a large part in things becoming a mess, but … Well. She’s had plenty of time to reflect on that, too.
She nods, grateful that he isn’t armed, that maybe there was that slightest enough change in things that he hadn’t bothered to grab his gun before answering the door. And apparently also enough to not just slam it in her face. ]
I did. Drinking alone is depressing. [ A pause, because honesty isn’t her forte when it comes to this kind of thing, and it’s hard to get the words out. ] I can’t ask anyone else. [ Reaper or Angela, she means, but actually saying their names is expecting too much of her. ]
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She nods, grateful that he isn’t armed, that maybe there was that slightest enough change in things that he hadn’t bothered to grab his gun before answering the door. And apparently also enough to not just slam it in her face. ]
I did. Drinking alone is depressing. [ A pause, because honesty isn’t her forte when it comes to this kind of thing, and it’s hard to get the words out. ] I can’t ask anyone else. [ Reaper or Angela, she means, but actually saying their names is expecting too much of her. ]