[There's a fight inside her to move closer or away. She wants to bury herself in someone else, let her tears soak their clothes instead, be held, but...this is a stranger. There's only a little piece of her detached enough from the everything that's happening to wonder if he's feeling the same way. He wanted to be by her side, after all. He came into the shed. It would be so much nicer if she wasn't used to pulling away. Her compromise is to keep her face in her forearms, curling up even more to hide further, actually, as she relents and lets herself lean her shoulder against his. This sucks. This fucking sucks, even with someone else to commiserate over how much it sucks with.
She makes a sound that might be a scoff of laughter, if it wasn't drowned in snot.]
Doesn' m-mmatter.
[They would both die before they knew it, and knowing each other's names now wouldn't suddenly make them not strangers. She really can't imagine there being any point to it, no matter how much joy her name, after all this time, brought her.
...Shit, she's being really ungrateful, isn't she? She attempts to dry her face again and swallows hard before looking over and up a bit to him. He might be nearer, but there aren't any more clues to be found because of it. With her good hand, still shaking and unsure, she moves to slip her arm around his to hug close. Ryder has to be there for him, too.]
'm -- s-sorry.
[She tries to swallow again before clearing her throat and blinking like that might get her eyes to stop leaking all over the place.]
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She makes a sound that might be a scoff of laughter, if it wasn't drowned in snot.]
Doesn' m-mmatter.
[They would both die before they knew it, and knowing each other's names now wouldn't suddenly make them not strangers. She really can't imagine there being any point to it, no matter how much joy her name, after all this time, brought her.
...Shit, she's being really ungrateful, isn't she? She attempts to dry her face again and swallows hard before looking over and up a bit to him. He might be nearer, but there aren't any more clues to be found because of it. With her good hand, still shaking and unsure, she moves to slip her arm around his to hug close. Ryder has to be there for him, too.]
'm -- s-sorry.
[She tries to swallow again before clearing her throat and blinking like that might get her eyes to stop leaking all over the place.]
Kind of -- ssstuck. W-with a -- bitch.