There's a tone of finality in her voice as she lifts her whiskey to sip at it again. She's not particularly interested in discussing Regina, or Kathryn, or whether they hang out at night and watch movies and braid each others' hair. She's not invested in any of this for anything other than the sake of the woman sitting across from her, looking so pale and so unhappy with that stubborn little frown pulling between her brows, like she's scolding herself for lack of anyone else to blame.
"...Are you okay?"
She doesn't mean right this second, she doesn't mean you look like you're gonna cry, she just means...this is hard, and what she cares about is that Mary Margaret's okay. Or that she will be.
Which is probably not possible, but she asks anyway.
There's way too much heartache in this little apartment tonight.
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Date: 2012-04-17 07:53 pm (UTC)There's a tone of finality in her voice as she lifts her whiskey to sip at it again. She's not particularly interested in discussing Regina, or Kathryn, or whether they hang out at night and watch movies and braid each others' hair. She's not invested in any of this for anything other than the sake of the woman sitting across from her, looking so pale and so unhappy with that stubborn little frown pulling between her brows, like she's scolding herself for lack of anyone else to blame.
"...Are you okay?"
She doesn't mean right this second, she doesn't mean you look like you're gonna cry, she just means...this is hard, and what she cares about is that Mary Margaret's okay. Or that she will be.
Which is probably not possible, but she asks anyway.
There's way too much heartache in this little apartment tonight.