[ she has the pencil in her hand, clipboard clasped in the other, but somehow it doesn't feel like any sort of conversation where she should be marking down notes, even if that's the entire purpose of why it's been brought up in the first place.
it feels too invasive, too personal, and when the other girl makes that casual confession, her lips part with a carried silence, momentarily speechless. ]
Oh, I'm ... that's horrible. [ which seems like the most basic way to sound something that can't ultimately be described. she'd lost her parents young, had only her brother for so long, but still, they were family, as close as they could be. she'd been pretty lucky in that regard.
she's uncertain with her next question, taking her time before she speaks again. ] ... what did you do?
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it feels too invasive, too personal, and when the other girl makes that casual confession, her lips part with a carried silence, momentarily speechless. ]
Oh, I'm ... that's horrible. [ which seems like the most basic way to sound something that can't ultimately be described. she'd lost her parents young, had only her brother for so long, but still, they were family, as close as they could be. she'd been pretty lucky in that regard.
she's uncertain with her next question, taking her time before she speaks again. ] ... what did you do?