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he supposed getting smacked in the forehead with a bit of scrunched up paper was one way to get him out of his head. before stepping into the room he had been a little lost in his own thoughts there, so he supposed he should be thanking her for at least bringing him back into present day. not that he supposed he really wanted to admit that he had just been daydreaming about everything and not paying attention.
“i’m definitely sure that i am definitely fine,” he reassured her just one more time, smiling to try and prove that it wasn’t that big of a deal. “it happens, so you don’t have to feel bad about it or anything,” he was pretty sure he had accidentally thrown something at someone coming through the door before in his life. but if not, he was sure it would probably happen eventually. it was just one of those things.
at least she was right about one thing, it did look pretty bad with how messy the room was. papers strewn all over the place and, from a glance, it didn’t see as though there was much rhyme or reason to where they had been tossed. “just so long as you pick them up and don’t leave the room like this, then it should be fine,” he doubted the coaches would appreciate the mess if it were just left like this. but then she said something which made him smile slightly. “yeah i know, but i am fine. i was just daydreaming about stuff.”
when he reassures her again, sia stares at him for a long minute - deciding instead to just believe his words and nod her head. “ if you’re sure ..” it doesn’t relieve the guilt from hitting him by accident, but at the very least it comforts her to know that she didn’t really hurt him. though she supposes that this is a silly thing to feel guilty about as he’s telling her not to - it’s just that her own head won’t give her a break at times.
sia turns her attention instead to picking up the crumpled balls of paper that litter the floor - it’s not half as bad as she thought it was, but it is a little embarrassing to have company in the room and still have it so messy. “ i know it happens, but it shouldn’t have. it’s not like i’m at home alone.” she turns to pick another paper ball up and sighs.
“ i won’t leave them, of course .. i always clean up my messes. sometimes, writing songs is just. hard work ...” she pauses, lifting her head up to him. “ the words don’t always come out the way you want them to, i guess. so then it turns into .. this.” sia gestures at the room, now at least partly cleaned from her efforts. “ oh .. hmm .. well if you want to talk about it. the room is free, you know. i think i’m good at listening, but if you want to keep it to yourself, that’s okay too.”















