[ see, that's - questionable, too. because she said she bled on somebody, sounded almost theatrically unsure of the how or the why that carried over, but she knows this? and despite the certainty there's something ragged around her edges, the urgency not quite matching up to the need.
her hand's busted. it's not a matter of life or death.
she reaches out, accepts it with her well hand, instinct more than anything. it feels wrong to leave her hanging like that, kindness desperately offered. but she doesn't bring it up to her mouth, looking down at it for a few seconds and back up at Caroline with a vague guilt around the downward tug of her mouth. ]
Look— I've done a lot of weird shit in the last few months. I think I've had my fill.
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her hand's busted. it's not a matter of life or death.
she reaches out, accepts it with her well hand, instinct more than anything. it feels wrong to leave her hanging like that, kindness desperately offered. but she doesn't bring it up to her mouth, looking down at it for a few seconds and back up at Caroline with a vague guilt around the downward tug of her mouth. ]
Look— I've done a lot of weird shit in the last few months. I think I've had my fill.