[Somehow he always manages to throw the blame back on her, and while she may be making a mess and acting out, she was in a pretty pleasant mood before he'd begun picking away at her. Her shoulders drop as she finds herself slumping, anger dissipating as she moves to sit back down.
Quietly she picks up her fork. She is coming apart, but now she's spiralling down a different path altogether.]
I do want to spend the morning together! I do...but now you're cross with me.
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Quietly she picks up her fork. She is coming apart, but now she's spiralling down a different path altogether.]
I do want to spend the morning together! I do...but now you're cross with me.