[ To say that she absolutely didn't want to see him again wouldn't be completely honest — but she knows how she is. She knows that she has to stick to her stupid shitty rules to keep herself safe. And this is fucking it all up.
She rubs a finger between her eyebrows for a second before sighing wearily, standing up with some effort and approaching to pick up a mug for herself. One hand holds her cup out expectantly while the other lifts her cigarette back towards her mouth — a familiar sight, maybe, after that morning, though her mood is definitely more sour now than it was then. ]
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She rubs a finger between her eyebrows for a second before sighing wearily, standing up with some effort and approaching to pick up a mug for herself. One hand holds her cup out expectantly while the other lifts her cigarette back towards her mouth — a familiar sight, maybe, after that morning, though her mood is definitely more sour now than it was then. ]
Fuck it. We'll probably die anyway.