[She had definitely settled into a state of sleep, fitful and uncomfortable though it was. The corner would have been better, but she figured maybe she'd have a better chance of keeping him from trying to crawl out the window. Drunk logic was the best logic. She'd forgotten about the door.
Still, she stayed because whatever happened to him, good or bad, was her responsibility this evening. And she might hate it until it ground at her conscience like shards of glass, but she didn't shirk from what she needed to do. Unless it was emotional. Then fuck that shit.]
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Still, she stayed because whatever happened to him, good or bad, was her responsibility this evening. And she might hate it until it ground at her conscience like shards of glass, but she didn't shirk from what she needed to do. Unless it was emotional. Then fuck that shit.]