[ When he sits up, she leans back and sinks down onto the carpet, her legs tucked underneath her. She still feels rattled, but she attempts a smile for him anyway, though it's strained and wan. ]
Hey, it's... [ Okay is what she wants to say, mostly out of reflex, but she trails off. Is it really okay? So she corrects herself with: ] You don't have to say sorry for that stuff. It's just...
[ This is what it was really like for him. As terrifying as it was for her to witness, it was even worse for him to live through. She's angry too, the feeling bubbling up inside her like acid into full-blown fury at his father—Ryuji didn't deserve to be treated that way. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, tears of anger gathering at the corners of her eyes. ]
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Hey, it's... [ Okay is what she wants to say, mostly out of reflex, but she trails off. Is it really okay? So she corrects herself with: ] You don't have to say sorry for that stuff. It's just...
[ This is what it was really like for him. As terrifying as it was for her to witness, it was even worse for him to live through. She's angry too, the feeling bubbling up inside her like acid into full-blown fury at his father—Ryuji didn't deserve to be treated that way. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, tears of anger gathering at the corners of her eyes. ]
I'm glad you and your mom left.