[Ginia exhales sharply as their foreheads touch. She shakes a little, tears welling up as she tries to fight them back. It was bad out there. Dying, the bomb, the piles of bodies, torturing cultists for information, it was bad. And now coming back down from a hellish week, that's a hard shift. She'll get through somehow, she knows she always does one way or another, but where to start?
Her breath shudders as she inhales, pulling away slightly to blink tears away and rub at her face with the back of her glove.]
/Sorry, I need to take a shower. I smell horrible./
[A shower, a chance to clean off her skin, to try to wash away everything and leave it all behind. If only memories could go down the train with dirt and grime. Ginia doesn't even wait for his response, walking past him on a straight path toward the bathroom. He'll understand, she thinks. He has to.
And if he doesn't, then there's nothing to say, is there.]
[Home]
Her breath shudders as she inhales, pulling away slightly to blink tears away and rub at her face with the back of her glove.]
/Sorry, I need to take a shower. I smell horrible./
[A shower, a chance to clean off her skin, to try to wash away everything and leave it all behind. If only memories could go down the train with dirt and grime. Ginia doesn't even wait for his response, walking past him on a straight path toward the bathroom. He'll understand, she thinks. He has to.
And if he doesn't, then there's nothing to say, is there.]