[Her curled up form become more rigid. "I'm here"...somehow just that wording hits a bad spot with her. It's cliche and it's empty and, just— ugh.
It's a notion she'd usually push down and deny, but she's too drained not to acknowledge that the reason she didn't lock the door or forcibly remove Silver from the room while she had the chance, the same reason she won't kick Silver away now, is that...hell, she actually wants him to comfort her. To just be there for her for like, one time.
Except, so far, he's kind of sucking at it. The hug feels little more than dead-weight and she has to battle the temptation to swipe his hand away from her head. Clarissa hiccups into the duvet, her fingers knotted tightly into fabric.]
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It's a notion she'd usually push down and deny, but she's too drained not to acknowledge that the reason she didn't lock the door or forcibly remove Silver from the room while she had the chance, the same reason she won't kick Silver away now, is that...hell, she actually wants him to comfort her. To just be there for her for like, one time.
Except, so far, he's kind of sucking at it. The hug feels little more than dead-weight and she has to battle the temptation to swipe his hand away from her head. Clarissa hiccups into the duvet, her fingers knotted tightly into fabric.]
...Why are you doing this?