[Her eyes shift from her mug to his hand when he touches her, and it serves as the distraction he means it to, pulling her away from memories that she is trying very hard to forget. They won't go quietly, though, and that touch reminds her of another coffee shop, another man. She really loved Leonard, before she knew what he was, what he wanted her to do, and it's hard not to think about the good moments, even now that she knows.]
I think my fuck up ended the world.
[She practically whispers it - with as much talk as she's heard of apocalypses here and on other worlds, that's nothing she wants overheard. Part of her hopes Derek doesn't hear it, either.]
It was - at a concert. My concert.
[She picks at the bread she bought, appetite gone entirely. But she needs something to do with her hands, so she crumbles it, slowly.]
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I think my fuck up ended the world.
[She practically whispers it - with as much talk as she's heard of apocalypses here and on other worlds, that's nothing she wants overheard. Part of her hopes Derek doesn't hear it, either.]
It was - at a concert. My concert.
[She picks at the bread she bought, appetite gone entirely. But she needs something to do with her hands, so she crumbles it, slowly.]