[He can tell she's lost. And on the verge of losing it again. She'd been trying to hold it in and he'd gone and tried to drag it back out of her.
And now she wouldn't eat her mango. Or any bacon. Not... not that this mattered. But she needed to keep her strength up.
He finally stands up, so he can stand behind her, where she's still staring down at her meal to be. He sets a hand on her shoulder. A sort of invitation... or warning, that there's probably some sort of hug going to happen.]
[11th, morning]
[He can tell she's lost. And on the verge of losing it again. She'd been trying to hold it in and he'd gone and tried to drag it back out of her.
And now she wouldn't eat her mango. Or any bacon. Not... not that this mattered. But she needed to keep her strength up.
He finally stands up, so he can stand behind her, where she's still staring down at her meal to be. He sets a hand on her shoulder. A sort of invitation... or warning, that there's probably some sort of hug going to happen.]
I'm sorry.