[The words punch out of her, a sharp punctuation point that stops the following 'go fuck yourself' and 'who the fuck do you think you are' that wants to follow. Her eyes sharpen up for a moment with something far older and more painful than twenty years of life should have given her experience of, then she simmers down and clears her throat, looking down at the table.
They're protective of each other. She's learned that with Ben already.]
How am I supposed to 'prove it' in a way you're gonna believe? [She asks, looking up and cocking her head to one side.] And you don't need to bother Klaus with it. I don't need to be taken care of.
no subject
[The words punch out of her, a sharp punctuation point that stops the following 'go fuck yourself' and 'who the fuck do you think you are' that wants to follow. Her eyes sharpen up for a moment with something far older and more painful than twenty years of life should have given her experience of, then she simmers down and clears her throat, looking down at the table.
They're protective of each other. She's learned that with Ben already.]
How am I supposed to 'prove it' in a way you're gonna believe? [She asks, looking up and cocking her head to one side.] And you don't need to bother Klaus with it. I don't need to be taken care of.