[ There are plenty of things in Kate's face for Johanna to latch onto and twist and hate if she'd like to; concern, sympathy, but mostly understanding. There's a knowing cast to her expression, a note of recognition that lessens the concern, tempers the sympathy before it can become pity. If she stared at the tears (she did, just a little; it's such a strange sight) it was when Johanna wasn't looking.
She still doesn't say anything right away, as she hasn't while Johanna's caught her breath and calmed down. She lets her flop back down and breathe some more before she joins her, easing down onto her back. She should probably continue to not say anything. She knows that, she knows that trying to talk about it is an excellent way to earn Johanna's scorn or convince her to flee. But somehow she still sort of feels obligated to try. Who else is ever going to? ]
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She still doesn't say anything right away, as she hasn't while Johanna's caught her breath and calmed down. She lets her flop back down and breathe some more before she joins her, easing down onto her back. She should probably continue to not say anything. She knows that, she knows that trying to talk about it is an excellent way to earn Johanna's scorn or convince her to flee. But somehow she still sort of feels obligated to try. Who else is ever going to? ]
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