[Which immediately begs the question, how much sympathy can she take before she bursts into tears? She hasn't cried over this yet, she doesn't want to cry about it, and she knows that she won't be able to hold it in forever.
But being alone in her cold ship has felt terrible ever since Tommy left and his return just reminds her of that even more.]
Alright. I'll be there soon.
[But she takes awhile, trying to compose herself, center herself, find the switch that will turn all of this off. Tommy has a son and she has lost her home so many times over at this point that she can't even tell which way is up anymore.
When she knocks on Max's door she looks a little pale, but her shoulders are straight and her chin is lifted up in a stubborn showing of her ability to make it through whatever will come next.]
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But being alone in her cold ship has felt terrible ever since Tommy left and his return just reminds her of that even more.]
Alright. I'll be there soon.
[But she takes awhile, trying to compose herself, center herself, find the switch that will turn all of this off. Tommy has a son and she has lost her home so many times over at this point that she can't even tell which way is up anymore.
When she knocks on Max's door she looks a little pale, but her shoulders are straight and her chin is lifted up in a stubborn showing of her ability to make it through whatever will come next.]