@greatcstarcher: oh my god, you look.. like crap.
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY, MOM USED TO SAY. Or rather preach. Guess that's a massive bunch of weakness flooding out of her now, then, if heartaches count! Annie prefers to stick with what impossible standards were taught in order to avoid pitiful looks or any of the mostly fake 'Aww, what's wrong?' bullshit. Sometimes it's not easy, though. Kate caught her, cheeks damp and eyes swollen from crying for felt five hundred years ; it were probably ten minutes. "Yeah, I know."
Annie's retort sounds quieter than intended, precedes a halfhearted attempt at wiping her face dry with the sleeves of her hoodie. "Do you wanna go on about that", cue a mock-curious upturn of brows, head canting to one side. "Or can we skip the part where I pour my heart out?" Maybe she's being mean— can you blame her right now? Noticing the barbed tone of her own voice, Annie finally dips her head and glances away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be an asshole. Just-" Inhaling a deep breath, she looks at Kate again, trying to fake a smile. "Please tell me you came with good news."

















