"Ha ha," Abby says under her breath, rolling her eyes, but visibly stiffens as Mobius keeps talking. Her jaw sets. Yeah, she was asking, but if he's going to be an asshole about it... She draws her wet braid out to the side with one hand and squeezes water from the end of it, staring into the fire and hoping he can't tell that her ears are going red out of embarrassment. The bridge of her nose is suddenly hot, prickling.
It's been so fucking hard. You know? Trying to figure out how she feels about all of this, trying desperately to keep herself in check around Clarisse at all times. She can't be sadder than Clarisse right now. She can't be sad at all, she shouldn't be — and hearing Mobius drop that Loki has disappeared again so casually makes her breathe in funny, her eyebrows drawing together. She didn't even notice. So wrapped up in her own bullshit, as per usual.
But, hey. Maybe they'll be back some day (like that helps, like it doesn't untwist the knife. What did the last round of false hope ever get her? Four months in a cage). Abby's expression screws up. Realising she's about to cry makes her feel like she's in a horror movie, like whatever happens next is inevitable.
"Maybe," she manages, getting it out past the heavy press of her teeth. Another tight breath in and she immediately gets up, drawing her arms tight across her chest.
She wants to say 'forget it' but it's far more important to get out of here before she loses it on him, so she takes a hasty if inelegant leave, walking away fast across the rocks, in the dark, heading out where nobody can see her.
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It's been so fucking hard. You know? Trying to figure out how she feels about all of this, trying desperately to keep herself in check around Clarisse at all times. She can't be sadder than Clarisse right now. She can't be sad at all, she shouldn't be — and hearing Mobius drop that Loki has disappeared again so casually makes her breathe in funny, her eyebrows drawing together. She didn't even notice. So wrapped up in her own bullshit, as per usual.
But, hey. Maybe they'll be back some day (like that helps, like it doesn't untwist the knife. What did the last round of false hope ever get her? Four months in a cage). Abby's expression screws up. Realising she's about to cry makes her feel like she's in a horror movie, like whatever happens next is inevitable.
"Maybe," she manages, getting it out past the heavy press of her teeth. Another tight breath in and she immediately gets up, drawing her arms tight across her chest.
She wants to say 'forget it' but it's far more important to get out of here before she loses it on him, so she takes a hasty if inelegant leave, walking away fast across the rocks, in the dark, heading out where nobody can see her.