Honeyed Pasture Look at all the stars they have fallen

He wouldn't stop. Historically, this had been how she had solved things, but that was when there was anger worth directing. This wasn't anger, though it looked the same on the surface. This was something much deeper and much more complicated.

Just STOP! Her voice raised in pitch on the second word, borderline shriek. He wasn't fucking listening. She squared off against him, trembling with frustration and breath coming quicker. Her needle was tipping towards flight and if he tried again, she was absolutely going to take off. She didn't give a fuck that she'd have no clue where she was going.

Fighting wasn't how she fixed this. She needed to talk to someone who understood and it was pretty fucked that Penn had been the closest she'd gotten. Of course he'd leave her high and dry the instant she gave him the chance - because while he understood half of it, he didn't see the rest. And now here was Fig, loyal to a fault, trying to help and making things that much worse.