[ Thea doesn't let it last for long. She cries for awhile, lets herself get over the first overwhelming wave of trauma and fear and sadness. But she cuts herself off after that, forces it down to soft sniffling. A majority of it will be saved for when she's alone, when she can just cry into her pillow.
She pulls back, wiping her face with shaky fingers. She sniffs again, swallows hard, but her voice is still thick when she speaks. ]
I can't believe I just cried on you in the open doorway.
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She pulls back, wiping her face with shaky fingers. She sniffs again, swallows hard, but her voice is still thick when she speaks. ]
I can't believe I just cried on you in the open doorway.
[ At least nobody walked by. ]