It's just a rough night all around. She grimaces into her glass, takes a deeper drink that leaves ice clinking against the bottom and her head aching with cold, which is at least a refreshing difference from feeling fuzzy with drink.
"I'm...really sorry about the hospital, Mary Margaret."
She's not good at reaching out, finding the right things to say, the right tone to take. Her style has always been to just keep on going until you find something to hit -- preferably the thing pissing you off to begin with -- but that's not what's needed here.
"And about David. I know what it feels like to have to pull yourself away like that, and it's no fun."
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Date: 2012-03-31 02:35 am (UTC)"I'm...really sorry about the hospital, Mary Margaret."
She's not good at reaching out, finding the right things to say, the right tone to take. Her style has always been to just keep on going until you find something to hit -- preferably the thing pissing you off to begin with -- but that's not what's needed here.
"And about David. I know what it feels like to have to pull yourself away like that, and it's no fun."