[A shaking hand rises to her mouth, although whether to hold back words she doesn't want to speak or bile rising in her throat is hard to tell. The entire combination - the fact that he knows this from experience, that he can plot it out so easily, that he believes it will happen here as it always has in his life before - it's all so upsetting that she doesn't know where to start.
She was warned that there would be bad stories. Just not this bad, and not among the staff. Oh, she's been so naive.]
I'm sorry. [She turns back to face him, her face rigid to try and hide that racing emotion.] I - I should get to bed. I'll need the sleep.
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She was warned that there would be bad stories. Just not this bad, and not among the staff. Oh, she's been so naive.]
I'm sorry. [She turns back to face him, her face rigid to try and hide that racing emotion.] I - I should get to bed. I'll need the sleep.