His presence seems to be all she wants; she hardly responds to what he says, anyway, hardly able to between sobs. It's awful to cry like this, she hates it; reminds her too much of how and why she last felt like her heart was broken.
But slow her tears eventually do. Her sobs become simple tears; her grip grows a little less tight. She lets go enough to look at him, biting her lip. ]
Sorry I am such a fucking mess.
[ Vriska leans up into him, nuzzling him gently, her forehead meeting his temple. ]
This is the part where I should probably make some kind of hollow threat to maintain the illusion of bravado, but fuck, who cares.
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His presence seems to be all she wants; she hardly responds to what he says, anyway, hardly able to between sobs. It's awful to cry like this, she hates it; reminds her too much of how and why she last felt like her heart was broken.
But slow her tears eventually do. Her sobs become simple tears; her grip grows a little less tight. She lets go enough to look at him, biting her lip. ]
Sorry I am such a fucking mess.
[ Vriska leans up into him, nuzzling him gently, her forehead meeting his temple. ]
This is the part where I should probably make some kind of hollow threat to maintain the illusion of bravado, but fuck, who cares.