[He starts in on the book, and she throws her phone down on the bed so she can hold her head in both hands. She wants to tell him it wasn't stupid, she didn't write shit, that even if she's not a master of the turn of phrase, it was one of the few things she was proud of, at least before they all made their stances known. Before she realized it had just made things worse.
It's a long moment before she can pick the phone back up, ready to apologize just to avoid whatever vitriol he wants to throw at her. She's been more afraid of that than any ability he has for years. What she skims pulls her up short, thumbs paused to type that I'm sorry.]
We were kids. That was YEARS ago, why does that mean anything now?
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It's a long moment before she can pick the phone back up, ready to apologize just to avoid whatever vitriol he wants to throw at her. She's been more afraid of that than any ability he has for years. What she skims pulls her up short, thumbs paused to type that I'm sorry.]
We were kids. That was YEARS ago, why does that mean anything now?