Apr 17, 2024
@gildedlife
"I'm not that kind of lawyer," she explains, patient but tired, strung out but still kind. She doesn't know how to be anything else, when it comes to men she feels the—sickening! Nauseating! Society-compelled-her-to!—urge to impress a nice-enough, successful-enough man. Their relationship—friendship!—is still so new that she can't shake the habit.
"But I'd be willing to help, in any way that I can. Just as a friend."