[ In fairness, the look of disgust Steph is shooting him mostly stems from her own desire to take advantage of the time alone for a badly-needed total breakdown. She was all ready to curl up in her blanket nest, hug her stuffed animals like they're her only friends and cry herself to sleep. Maybe light a candle. Possibly set non-candle things on fire. Whatever mood struck her.
Now she sighs, turning away to glare at her nest, which doesn't deserve her ire any more than he does but at least isn't sentient. ]
Whatever. Aren't we all, right? It's too late for you to get anywhere else, anyway.
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Now she sighs, turning away to glare at her nest, which doesn't deserve her ire any more than he does but at least isn't sentient. ]
Whatever. Aren't we all, right? It's too late for you to get anywhere else, anyway.