[ It takes until he actually says her down for her to realise they're actually in her room, that he's carried her all the way here - and under all the embarrassment, alarm and dismay in tandem shoot up through her.
She's not- frightened or anything like that. They share so much space so much of the time, it's probably not the first time he's been in her room. But right now, after everything tonight has been already...
It's too much. It's like having someone press their thumb just a little too hard into a tender bruise. She can't have him in here being so gentle with her right now. It scares her so much she feels sick.
Finally, she peeks at him over the top of her hands. ]
... there. Are you finally done picking on me?
[ The false bravado in her voice is so transparent. But even more so are the feelings bleeding out from her words again: Don't touch me. Don't be kind to me. I can't stand it. ]
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She's not- frightened or anything like that. They share so much space so much of the time, it's probably not the first time he's been in her room. But right now, after everything tonight has been already...
It's too much. It's like having someone press their thumb just a little too hard into a tender bruise. She can't have him in here being so gentle with her right now. It scares her so much she feels sick.
Finally, she peeks at him over the top of her hands. ]
... there. Are you finally done picking on me?
[ The false bravado in her voice is so transparent. But even more so are the feelings bleeding out from her words again: Don't touch me. Don't be kind to me. I can't stand it. ]