[ She doesn't quite understand at the moment, and the instinct is to pry, like making him talk about it will make things better. It won't, though, will it? It's just overloading the conversation even more. ]
Yeah, I'm fine. [ Unthinkingly, she brings a hand to the shoulder the hellhound popped out of place, ripped and burned, vestiges and evidence of the attack totally gone. That's one aspect of it. ] I, ah. Fuck, [ A deep breath, ] I don't wanna cry again, Teddie. Can we sit down?
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Yeah, I'm fine. [ Unthinkingly, she brings a hand to the shoulder the hellhound popped out of place, ripped and burned, vestiges and evidence of the attack totally gone. That's one aspect of it. ] I, ah. Fuck, [ A deep breath, ] I don't wanna cry again, Teddie. Can we sit down?