...also, in her petty, vindictive, 14-year-old way, she's kind of glad that he's embarrassed, because she's still mad at him. i'm sorry. if anything, it'll just make it easier for her to let the whole murder thing go once she sees him squirm a little. (she's the worst.)]
Oh, come on, you should be proud of your hot fiance--
[she's absolutely going to tease him instead of talking logistics of memshares!
except apparently the ghosts of christmas past decide that, since she's caught a glimpse of his fiance, it's time for him to catch a glimpse of her mom! or not, because as it turns out - and as we're led to believe from how messy the room is - she's a very absent mom who is full of shit when she says she'll be home for the weekend.
[proud of him, he's about to say, but the memory sure shocks him out of the gay panic that was about to continue. he blinks a few times as he comes back to reality from a memory that wasn't really his, expression immediately twisting in concern.]
...I'm so sorry. That - it must have been really hard.
[both for the invasiveness of this process, and what he just saw. he wants to ask about it, and that's clear from his expression, but he doesn't want to pry with her specifically. he know they're still in rocky territory.]
her expression hardens at that, and she looks away.]
Didn't you hear me? I said I'm doing great. [she did not look like she was doing great then and she doesn't look like it now. it's fine.] Tell me more about your fiancé, let's go back to that.
Right, but... [...] I get it if you don't want to talk about it with me, but you know that you don't have to act like you're okay if you aren't, right?
[he doesn't look like he's averse to talking about amir at all, but - he'll wait to see how she responds to that.]
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...also, in her petty, vindictive, 14-year-old way, she's kind of glad that he's embarrassed, because she's still mad at him. i'm sorry. if anything, it'll just make it easier for her to let the whole murder thing go once she sees him squirm a little. (she's the worst.)]
Oh, come on, you should be proud of your hot fiance--
[she's absolutely going to tease him instead of talking logistics of memshares!
except apparently the ghosts of christmas past decide that, since she's caught a glimpse of his fiance, it's time for him to catch a glimpse of her mom! or not, because as it turns out - and as we're led to believe from how messy the room is - she's a very absent mom who is full of shit when she says she'll be home for the weekend.
yikes!
well, at least that shut her up.]
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[proud of him, he's about to say, but the memory sure shocks him out of the gay panic that was about to continue. he blinks a few times as he comes back to reality from a memory that wasn't really his, expression immediately twisting in concern.]
...I'm so sorry. That - it must have been really hard.
[both for the invasiveness of this process, and what he just saw. he wants to ask about it, and that's clear from his expression, but he doesn't want to pry with her specifically. he know they're still in rocky territory.]
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her expression hardens at that, and she looks away.]
Didn't you hear me? I said I'm doing great. [she did not look like she was doing great then and she doesn't look like it now. it's fine.] Tell me more about your fiancé, let's go back to that.
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[he doesn't look like he's averse to talking about amir at all, but - he'll wait to see how she responds to that.]
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lila walks back inside.]