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She was right there, it was a little irritating. Fennec had enjoyed having free run of that space, it had some pretty amazing sunning spots once she'd learned to take it a little slow to avoid the rockier places. We could always drive them off, Fennec replied, and while she was mostly joking, her humor was dry enough to take it either way. Towhee probably knew her well enough by now not to be fooled. She had a mouth to her but she was far from that loose of a cannon.

Ah, there it was. Her smirk dropped off, but she didn't immediately answer. The pause was her deciding if she really wanted to get into it. She hadn't thought so, walking up... but someone asking was always a different story than offering the spillage herself. Even though Towhee's question offered her an out, she decided not to take it.

It sucks. She replied finally, her voice flat. Towhee wouldn't hear, but it was written all over her expression as well. I know I tried, but it feels like I'm just... giving up. And at the same time, I'm so fucking mad at him. Maybe he deserves it. Or maybe I'm just a terrible person. She smirked, but it was a little ingenuine. That last part had kind of always been true, and it wasn't like she hadn't always been proud of it. This was different though.

We aren't good together. And I don't know if we'll fix it. Saying it was like an unexpected punch. They used to be, but that was then and this was now. She couldn't help wanting things to just go back to the way they were, but she clearly wasn't going to get that. And trying to force it, or fake it, was just making both of them miserable.