[It's not something she often allowed herself to do, tears. If there was one thing that was beaten into her very early on as a child it was to hold those back. Tears were a sign of weakness, vulnerability. Shedding them in the wrong place was like letting a hungry dog get a whiff of blood.
So she'd saved them for the moments where she could be alone and out of sight. She'd learned to control them.
And so the lapse of that control doesn't last long. She clenches her jaw tight, forcing everything down, She lets out a heavy breath and swipes the back of her hand across her eyes, sniffing once. She locks her eyes forward, keeping them out of Mika's view.]
No. No, it isn't. [She starts to raise her hand toward the flowers but lets it drop after a moment. She'd thought to pick it but doing something like that seems wrong somehow.] ... Thank you for that.
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So she'd saved them for the moments where she could be alone and out of sight. She'd learned to control them.
And so the lapse of that control doesn't last long. She clenches her jaw tight, forcing everything down, She lets out a heavy breath and swipes the back of her hand across her eyes, sniffing once. She locks her eyes forward, keeping them out of Mika's view.]
No. No, it isn't. [She starts to raise her hand toward the flowers but lets it drop after a moment. She'd thought to pick it but doing something like that seems wrong somehow.] ... Thank you for that.