She mumbles, shuffling along with him. Ten months. Ten months and he's here and he's helping her and it's like nothing has ever changed. It's a relief and a curse, and the longer his solid presence sinks in, the more conflicted and nauseous she feels, the alcohol doing its part but the roiling emotions certainly helping it along. By the time she's presented with an acceptable place to be sick in, she's barely holding back, and immediately, ungracefully, and without a shred of shame, gets right to it.
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She mumbles, shuffling along with him. Ten months. Ten months and he's here and he's helping her and it's like nothing has ever changed. It's a relief and a curse, and the longer his solid presence sinks in, the more conflicted and nauseous she feels, the alcohol doing its part but the roiling emotions certainly helping it along. By the time she's presented with an acceptable place to be sick in, she's barely holding back, and immediately, ungracefully, and without a shred of shame, gets right to it.