[ A little wryly, but not unkindly. Not sharp in the way she often is. If anything, despite all the shit she's constantly spouting about how being alone hurts less and attachments only ever end in grief — despite that, it still warms her. To know that someone she cares about has something good. Something that's theirs. ]
Is that what real adults do? Almost makes me feel a little fucking called out.
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[ A little wryly, but not unkindly. Not sharp in the way she often is. If anything, despite all the shit she's constantly spouting about how being alone hurts less and attachments only ever end in grief — despite that, it still warms her. To know that someone she cares about has something good. Something that's theirs. ]
Is that what real adults do? Almost makes me feel a little fucking called out.