She turns so that her back is pressed against the counter and reaches up with the hand that has the ice pack, pressing it gently against the swollen place, holding it there. She's a bit closer but still several inches away.
"Curse maybe. He didn't like the chicken."
Or everything they'd both been trying to deal with, come to a head. She suspects it's a combination of that with stress or lack of sleep or something else entirely, like a curse. She hasn't been on the network enough today to know if people are hitting each other. By the end of the day, they'll all likely realise it was a curse.
"Felt like home. Not quite enough yellin' for it to be holidays with Mum but awfully close."
She's still going for that bit of levity, enough to keep things from completely falling into depression, darkness and doom not to mention a couple other d words that would probably accurately describe the mood.
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"Curse maybe. He didn't like the chicken."
Or everything they'd both been trying to deal with, come to a head. She suspects it's a combination of that with stress or lack of sleep or something else entirely, like a curse. She hasn't been on the network enough today to know if people are hitting each other. By the end of the day, they'll all likely realise it was a curse.
"Felt like home. Not quite enough yellin' for it to be holidays with Mum but awfully close."
She's still going for that bit of levity, enough to keep things from completely falling into depression, darkness and doom not to mention a couple other d words that would probably accurately describe the mood.