[ his statement visibly triggers something in her. a chunk of the glowing, shifting wires flicker out of existence in a sputter of winding smoke and her stance shifts, her gun lowering a fraction.
his words hit her where her own grief rests in her chest
Shit. ] I’m sorry. [ genuine and heartfelt but she quickly remembers herself and why they were here in the first place ]
I bet she wouldn’t be happy to see you this way. [ there’s less bite to the statement, her desire to be petty dissolved away by her own grief, and in its place is something soft and urging ]
no subject
his words hit her where her own grief rests in her chest
Shit. ] I’m sorry. [ genuine and heartfelt but she quickly remembers herself and why they were here in the first place ]
I bet she wouldn’t be happy to see you this way. [ there’s less bite to the statement, her desire to be petty dissolved away by her own grief, and in its place is something soft and urging ]