[Jail's response is flat, her expression blank, and she puts down her fork with a decisive little clink of the metal against the plate. She gets up, walks around the table to stand in front of Lily for a long moment, then lunges forward suddenly-]
[To grab Lily in a hug.]
Who you are is a fucking dumbass who needs about three billion years worth of therapy, and I'm so fucking sorry we let it get this bad.
[With the front panel of her mask still off, the usual faint raspy undertone from her gasmask's filters is missing from her low, husky voice. Maybe that's why it's audible, the way her breath catches for a moment, right before her grip tightens.]
Should've done more, should've been a better friend, should've... fuck, I'm sorry.
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[Jail's response is flat, her expression blank, and she puts down her fork with a decisive little clink of the metal against the plate. She gets up, walks around the table to stand in front of Lily for a long moment, then lunges forward suddenly-]
[To grab Lily in a hug.]
Who you are is a fucking dumbass who needs about three billion years worth of therapy, and I'm so fucking sorry we let it get this bad.
[With the front panel of her mask still off, the usual faint raspy undertone from her gasmask's filters is missing from her low, husky voice. Maybe that's why it's audible, the way her breath catches for a moment, right before her grip tightens.]
Should've done more, should've been a better friend, should've... fuck, I'm sorry.