"I'll bring it next time! I promise!" Charlie is so giddy about the prospect of showing off his collection. "I keep them in our room at HQ!"
Diana's hand twitches and she lifts it, hesitant. She wants to pat his shoulder or arm or something, but thinks better of it. She sighs, using the hand to push back her hair.
Why is being comforting so difficult? She's not good at it at all. She wants to say something snarky and sarcastic. But the air feels thick in her throat, and she feels like the wrong words right now will crack the glass bridge between them forever.
"He sounds nice." She manages. Her fingers trail along the handle of her mug, her gaze flicking to the face down photograph on the table. "I'm not nice. I'm not even kind."
A single, joyless chuckle bursts from her and she runs a palm over her face, her lips curling upwards in a humourless fashion. "I wanna buy you a cinnamon bun now."
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Diana's hand twitches and she lifts it, hesitant. She wants to pat his shoulder or arm or something, but thinks better of it. She sighs, using the hand to push back her hair.
Why is being comforting so difficult? She's not good at it at all. She wants to say something snarky and sarcastic. But the air feels thick in her throat, and she feels like the wrong words right now will crack the glass bridge between them forever.
"He sounds nice." She manages. Her fingers trail along the handle of her mug, her gaze flicking to the face down photograph on the table. "I'm not nice. I'm not even kind."
A single, joyless chuckle bursts from her and she runs a palm over her face, her lips curling upwards in a humourless fashion. "I wanna buy you a cinnamon bun now."