[ She tenses slightly at his touch. She’s still mad, furious even, but she doesn’t want to be mad at him. She’s mad at the world. At their circumstances. At a whole host of other things. She lets the rag drop into the bottom of the sink with a dull, wet thud, and just… leans, resting her shoulder against his chest. ]
No. I’m sorry. I never meant for you to get tangled up in this mess.
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No. I’m sorry. I never meant for you to get tangled up in this mess.