Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

She felt apprehension as he called her out, but it faded when he was clearly joking. She was fine when they were the way they had been, but now the hug was done and the talking was the focus, and talking wasn't something she felt up to so soon after a breakdown. Not for long enough that it might come around to feelings again.

If that's all you can manage to catch, I guess I'll live. She retorted, flicking her tail as she turned to leave. She wouldn't notice him hesitate and didn't do so herself; she wanted to take a breath and sort through what the fuck just happened and what kind of fallout it might have.

Nothing good, if history had anything to say about it.