"That's... a really nice way to say I was probably a bit much. I'm sorry about that."
She reaches up to tug her hair behind her ear when it, inevitably, falls to cover half her face again. Not that it does much, still half-hidden behind it, that small, if strained smile.
"Thanks for giving me another chance, all that considered. I hope I can show I'm not bad to be around most of the time."
It is to be made up for, and that she reaches for like immediate knee jerk reaction. But if she has made progress, has anything to be proud of in this moment, the loathing doesn't set in immediately, that deep need to dig into herself with her own claws and rip out her own self in penance for misdeed.
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She reaches up to tug her hair behind her ear when it, inevitably, falls to cover half her face again. Not that it does much, still half-hidden behind it, that small, if strained smile.
"Thanks for giving me another chance, all that considered. I hope I can show I'm not bad to be around most of the time."
It is to be made up for, and that she reaches for like immediate knee jerk reaction. But if she has made progress, has anything to be proud of in this moment, the loathing doesn't set in immediately, that deep need to dig into herself with her own claws and rip out her own self in penance for misdeed.