[Sure, whatever. Asshole, whatever. Johanna rolls her eyes, but as she's still got her chin firmly planted on Kate's shoulder--a little like a rock climber with a pick-axe bitten into the side of a mountain, for a grip--the eye rolling goes, luckily, unnoticed.
The pressure of her headache swims back up when Kate steps away, but Johanna just grits her teeth and ignores it. She rubs her forearm against her nose, as if warding off any further nosebleeds, and follows after her to the bed.]
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The pressure of her headache swims back up when Kate steps away, but Johanna just grits her teeth and ignores it. She rubs her forearm against her nose, as if warding off any further nosebleeds, and follows after her to the bed.]
Is your ear bleeding?
[Gross, is the subtext.]