[They could come back. Once everyone else was gone, they could come back here and be happy again -- or they could go somewhere else and do it all over again. Whatever she wanted. Always whatever she wanted. That's why he'd been away for so long when all of this happened.
His priorities make her want to laugh. Maybe another time she would have, but even through her distress and the distracting hope he'd provided, she can tell that something's off. Maybe instead of laughing, she should hit him.]
Stupid. Stupid -- stupid. [Frankly it's offensive that he's still alive. Or...? No. It still isn't the time to worry about that -- just him. Ryder doesn't realize she's accepted the bag by reflex until she goes to reach for his side and jostles the crinkling paper. Would she need any of it for him now? It's almost like a more fucked up 'The Gift of the Magi'.] You're hurt. Let -- m-me see.
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His priorities make her want to laugh. Maybe another time she would have, but even through her distress and the distracting hope he'd provided, she can tell that something's off. Maybe instead of laughing, she should hit him.]
Stupid. Stupid -- stupid. [Frankly it's offensive that he's still alive. Or...? No. It still isn't the time to worry about that -- just him. Ryder doesn't realize she's accepted the bag by reflex until she goes to reach for his side and jostles the crinkling paper. Would she need any of it for him now? It's almost like a more fucked up 'The Gift of the Magi'.] You're hurt. Let -- m-me see.