Saturday scrabbles as the tunnel grabs her again, tearing off chunks of moss in panicked rage until the waves of horror ebb as suddenly as they flowed. Every part of her hurts, especially her head. She clutches it, and groans. Bunny's voice finally gets through.
"...yeah. That was. Fuck. I did not like that. Are you okay?"
She doesn't know what would be worse, what she should do, what she wants to do. Explain? She broke down in the middle of a fight like an amateur; they coulda both ended up splatters. But if he just forgives it, lets it go - that might somehow be worse.
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"...yeah. That was. Fuck. I did not like that. Are you okay?"
She doesn't know what would be worse, what she should do, what she wants to do. Explain? She broke down in the middle of a fight like an amateur; they coulda both ended up splatters. But if he just forgives it, lets it go - that might somehow be worse.
"Goddamn. I'm sorry."