[She doesn’t get a chance to be relieved by his reassurance. Instead, it plunges her into a different kind of worry. A less self-obsessed kind of worry.
He wants to protect her.
Farrah knows what he’s doing. She’s tried to do the same in her own way, the past few weeks—- the past year. Since the fall. She’d been testing people’s patience, pushing them away when they finally broke and failed, up until her death. In her new life, no one has accepted this from her. She has to return the favor.
And besides all that, she’s sincere when she reaches over, and gently sets Milky White onto his lap. When she sets a hand onto his knee immediately after.]
That’s okay. I don’t care if you’re evil. I’m a bad kid. And you still—-
no subject
He wants to protect her.
Farrah knows what he’s doing. She’s tried to do the same in her own way, the past few weeks—- the past year. Since the fall. She’d been testing people’s patience, pushing them away when they finally broke and failed, up until her death. In her new life, no one has accepted this from her. She has to return the favor.
And besides all that, she’s sincere when she reaches over, and gently sets Milky White onto his lap. When she sets a hand onto his knee immediately after.]
That’s okay. I don’t care if you’re evil. I’m a bad kid. And you still—-
You still love me.