[She tries to accept his words, so clearly trying to make her feel better- but all she manages to do is nod, still unable to meet his eyes. Instead she focuses on her sandwich. She peels the wrapping off gingerly, and takes a small bite, trying to ignore the fact that it tastes like cardboard to her, and she's not actually hungry at all.
She just stuck her head in the fridge because she was crying.
Dumb.
A heavy sigh escapes her and she swallows the small bite, with difficulty.]
...I mean it. Thank you. I was... pretty sure you'd help me.
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She just stuck her head in the fridge because she was crying.
Dumb.
A heavy sigh escapes her and she swallows the small bite, with difficulty.]
...I mean it. Thank you. I was... pretty sure you'd help me.