She bit back a whimper at the shift, then rested her head on his shoulder, staring a bit at her arm, finger tracing through the blood, breaking up the clotting on the older cuts, watching it run.
She nodded a little, almost absently, listening to him. She'd known that..sometime. Yesterday? The day before? When had it gotten so blurry? When had she gotten so lost?
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Date: 2006-03-04 05:08 pm (UTC)She nodded a little, almost absently, listening to him. She'd known that..sometime. Yesterday? The day before? When had it gotten so blurry? When had she gotten so lost?