( she knows him just enough to realize that — he's the kind of a guy who'd much rather grind things beneath his heel until he felt better, lash out, suffer in silence. honestly, she... can relate to that, too — she's always had to swallow her own hurt alone, the comfort of another person about as unknown as it is to him, stuck in a place she hated, with only the vulgar yells of drunk men to keep her company.
but... she learns, slowly, hesitantly. tips her head to the side, to rub her cheek against his head, eyelids fluttering shut. )
Ah, hey. Look. ( right, that reminds her...
she reaches up to pull the choker she wears around her neck down, revealing the long scar to the side of her throat. maybe it'll make him feel better about his own... listen... )
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but... she learns, slowly, hesitantly. tips her head to the side, to rub her cheek against his head, eyelids fluttering shut. )
Ah, hey. Look. ( right, that reminds her...
she reaches up to pull the choker she wears around her neck down, revealing the long scar to the side of her throat. maybe it'll make him feel better about his own... listen... )