[She doesn't really want to think about it either. This whole thing is confusing and frustrating, because she doesn't know why she cares, or why she knows what this place is and more or less what it's supposed to do, or why on Earth she feels any amount of obligation to this obnoxious asshole she'd woken up next to on the first day. But here she is, holding on and trying to comfort him because- There are a lot of reasons, and it's easier to just try and focus on something else instead of any of them.
She also really doesn't want to think that he smells sort of good, and that it's actually kind of nice, being close to someone like this. Being held or comforted isn't something she's really sought out, but she hadn't been consciously aware of how long it feels like it's been to have someone hugging her like this, and she gives in to it long enough to put her head on his shoulder. It's probably weak, or embarrassing, but she can't stop herself.
Do not cry, she thinks stubbornly when she realizes all of it, even as her eyes prick with tears, her throat suddenly feeling tight and dry. She hasn't cried since two days after her parent's funeral, and she's in no rush to start again now. It still takes a long moment for her to say something, because she doesn't quite trust her voice.]
You're still a prat. [There's something almost fond there, maybe even teasing, along with the more familiar, more acidic bite.] But I appreciate the apology.
Spam
She also really doesn't want to think that he smells sort of good, and that it's actually kind of nice, being close to someone like this. Being held or comforted isn't something she's really sought out, but she hadn't been consciously aware of how long it feels like it's been to have someone hugging her like this, and she gives in to it long enough to put her head on his shoulder. It's probably weak, or embarrassing, but she can't stop herself.
Do not cry, she thinks stubbornly when she realizes all of it, even as her eyes prick with tears, her throat suddenly feeling tight and dry. She hasn't cried since two days after her parent's funeral, and she's in no rush to start again now. It still takes a long moment for her to say something, because she doesn't quite trust her voice.]
You're still a prat. [There's something almost fond there, maybe even teasing, along with the more familiar, more acidic bite.] But I appreciate the apology.