[ She takes the handkerchief just as wordlessly, letting him guide her into the chair and not fucking thinking about how comforting it is for someone else to make the decision for her, even if it's something as dumb as choosing to sit down.
She twists the handkerchief in her hands, one way, then the other, trying to think of something to say that isn't a curse or something that will make her break down.
There's not a lot.
She almost does lose it when he calls her darling.
Athena swallows, embarrassingly grateful when he says she'll be taking care of him. It's an excuse to keep her shit together, for one thing. For another it doesn't make her feel so fucking helpless. For a third he's not falling over himself to comfort her or trying to make her feel better which would definitely definitely backfire so spectacularly she might punch someone. ]
Yeah, you need it, Mr. Waltz. [ She swallows twice to keep herself from busting out in tears, sparing a thought for how annoying it's going to be if she keeps wanting to cry every five words. ] For one thing you're going to a dating club for losers.
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She twists the handkerchief in her hands, one way, then the other, trying to think of something to say that isn't a curse or something that will make her break down.
There's not a lot.
She almost does lose it when he calls her darling.
Athena swallows, embarrassingly grateful when he says she'll be taking care of him. It's an excuse to keep her shit together, for one thing. For another it doesn't make her feel so fucking helpless. For a third he's not falling over himself to comfort her or trying to make her feel better which would definitely definitely backfire so spectacularly she might punch someone. ]
Yeah, you need it, Mr. Waltz. [ She swallows twice to keep herself from busting out in tears, sparing a thought for how annoying it's going to be if she keeps wanting to cry every five words. ] For one thing you're going to a dating club for losers.