"Hey, what's wrong?"
Your muse has found mine crying alone in their room. Send "Hey, what's wrong?" for my muse's reaction.
"Nothing." The woman mutters, hands immediately wiping away the tears she had shed.. A defense mechanism she had picked up when she was a child. As glancing at Dick, she shoved the photo album she'd been flipping threw under her covers and attempted something of a smile.. If a smile could be described as cold and bitter. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock, Richard."













