[That guilt is settling back into her stomach pretty quickly, and she eyes him carefully, as if she might figure out what the trick is here. But it’s not a trick.
Just like Salieri had, when she’d fallen apart during the first motive. Like the Balladeer had, when he found her drunk under the bleachers. Like Discord had done, with a little bit of extra nudging from Salieri, but still, had done.
He was taking care of her.]
Thanks. It all looks good. [Its probably not what she would have picked, but if she picked, Farrah, who isn’t supposed to eat processed sugars, would have eaten an entire bag of gummy worms and washed it down with a diet coke. So this definitely is better.]
Are you feeling okay? I’m… [She can’t say she’s sorry. She swallows.]
no subject
Just like Salieri had, when she’d fallen apart during the first motive. Like the Balladeer had, when he found her drunk under the bleachers. Like Discord had done, with a little bit of extra nudging from Salieri, but still, had done.
He was taking care of her.]
Thanks. It all looks good. [Its probably not what she would have picked, but if she picked, Farrah, who isn’t supposed to eat processed sugars, would have eaten an entire bag of gummy worms and washed it down with a diet coke. So this definitely is better.]
Are you feeling okay? I’m… [She can’t say she’s sorry. She swallows.]
You didn’t feel good last night.