[ She can't exactly say that it gets easier to breathe — her fear of crowds isn't so debilitating ( anymore ) that she feels like she ran a 5-mile race every time she's around a bunch of people. But... still. It's not easy, not as easy as everyone seems to have it, and the alleyway is sketchy but really, it's better than where they were a minute ago.
So, she breathes easier anyway. ] Uh. [ ... ] Fine.
[ She's been better, but she's also been much, much worse. With a little more conviction in her voice: ] I'm okay. [ ... ] When did you— [ You know, get here. ]
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So, she breathes easier anyway. ] Uh. [ ... ] Fine.
[ She's been better, but she's also been much, much worse. With a little more conviction in her voice: ] I'm okay. [ ... ] When did you— [ You know, get here. ]