You're still an asshole and I'm still mad at you. [ Kate's chin isn't quite as sharp as Johanna's, and anyway she ducks her head so the plane of her jaw rests against her instead of the bony line of it. There's not a ton of conviction behind that statement; isn't this kind of an apology? She knows how Johanna feels about things like hugs.
Inertia and illness win out over principled stands this time, and she lets her head loll, tucked in against shoulder and throat, eyes nearly closed. ]
Fine.
[ She hauls herself up straight again, enough to step back into her room towards the bed. Letting go is unpleasant, but she needs to wipe blood off her ear anyway before flopping down. ]
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Inertia and illness win out over principled stands this time, and she lets her head loll, tucked in against shoulder and throat, eyes nearly closed. ]
Fine.
[ She hauls herself up straight again, enough to step back into her room towards the bed. Letting go is unpleasant, but she needs to wipe blood off her ear anyway before flopping down. ]