[ She huffs, stubbornly, as though pulling with all her weight in the opposite direction of where he's taking his reasoning. On a surface level, she gets it. He feels guilty for what happened, and he must have been through worse than a few drunken nights trying to cope with something so utterly fucked up. But if she's supposed to just go along with him, accept that she should have turned the other cheek and let him be...
That's just absolutely not going to happen. If she has to drag him kicking and screaming from the hole he's buried himself in, then she will. ]
I'm still worried! You look terrible... and you smell gross... people who are fine don't do this? Everybody knows that, Amos!
[ She's glad she didn't wear much makeup before coming here — she makes broad strokes with her sleeves across her face in an attempt to clean herself up, eyes slowly getting puffier. Misa hesitates on what she should say next, just hating that he seems to think this is all some normal response to things that just happened to happen to him. It shouldn't be like that. It should never be like that. ]
It's just, like... just because you've been alone - that doesn't mean it has to be that way, you know...
[ At the very least - that last bit comes out less forceful, more pained. But she means it. They're at the end of the world together, aren't they? Is there anything more depressing than being alone even then? ]
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[ She huffs, stubbornly, as though pulling with all her weight in the opposite direction of where he's taking his reasoning. On a surface level, she gets it. He feels guilty for what happened, and he must have been through worse than a few drunken nights trying to cope with something so utterly fucked up. But if she's supposed to just go along with him, accept that she should have turned the other cheek and let him be...
That's just absolutely not going to happen. If she has to drag him kicking and screaming from the hole he's buried himself in, then she will. ]
I'm still worried! You look terrible... and you smell gross... people who are fine don't do this? Everybody knows that, Amos!
[ She's glad she didn't wear much makeup before coming here — she makes broad strokes with her sleeves across her face in an attempt to clean herself up, eyes slowly getting puffier. Misa hesitates on what she should say next, just hating that he seems to think this is all some normal response to things that just happened to happen to him. It shouldn't be like that. It should never be like that. ]
It's just, like... just because you've been alone - that doesn't mean it has to be that way, you know...
[ At the very least - that last bit comes out less forceful, more pained. But she means it. They're at the end of the world together, aren't they? Is there anything more depressing than being alone even then? ]