[She holds his gaze as she can while he speaks, but she doesn't last long. Her eyes drop to her hands, where she's picking at her nails, and she listens. She tries to wrap her head around the details, tries to fit all the pieces together to make sense of this insane world he's describing.
He'd already told her about his Games, yes, but somehow, she hadn't quite realized that it was part of an ongoing nightmare. No wonder he hasn't been able to set it aside to move on, even in some small part.]
That sucks.
[Is it an undersell? Oh, definitely. But, more importantly, it's genuine and it's not pity. What he's been through sounds horrible, but she's never been the comforting type. She understands as much as she's able, and it does suck, so. That's that.]
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Date: 2019-10-20 07:03 am (UTC)He'd already told her about his Games, yes, but somehow, she hadn't quite realized that it was part of an ongoing nightmare. No wonder he hasn't been able to set it aside to move on, even in some small part.]
That sucks.
[Is it an undersell? Oh, definitely. But, more importantly, it's genuine and it's not pity. What he's been through sounds horrible, but she's never been the comforting type. She understands as much as she's able, and it does suck, so. That's that.]
But their blood isn't on your hands.