[ She doesn't sit on the edge of the bed so much as collapse conveniently in the right spot, her knees buckling. It doesn't matter that it's unmade -- all the easier to fist her hands in the sheets as Prax comes over to sit beside her.
He's less fatalistic, but the words are unconvincing. Maybe he's right, and they didn't specifically kick her off, but she can't see herself leaving them unless it was still bad. Irreparable. The hand on her shoulder is more comfort than she expected to get, and she does her best to compose herself and look at Prax instead of staring at the floor. To steady her voice as she speaks again. ]
I'm sorry you've had to keep this too. I'm telling them, but I hope it doesn't come back at you at all.
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He's less fatalistic, but the words are unconvincing. Maybe he's right, and they didn't specifically kick her off, but she can't see herself leaving them unless it was still bad. Irreparable. The hand on her shoulder is more comfort than she expected to get, and she does her best to compose herself and look at Prax instead of staring at the floor. To steady her voice as she speaks again. ]
I'm sorry you've had to keep this too. I'm telling them, but I hope it doesn't come back at you at all.