[She'd been watching Heather carefully in the moment it took her to answer. She'd almost been expecting a turnaround, disbelief and 'no, that didn't happen, you must be lying', and she's relieved that that's not what Heather answers her with.]
[Anger, she can deal with. She's got plenty of that herself. She shrinks back against the wall, looking remarkably small against the wood, and hugs herself in another rare show of admitted vulnerability.]
... I call him that a lot too. [There's a bit of bitter humour in that, but it disappears in the small noise she makes before she carries on.]
no subject
[Anger, she can deal with. She's got plenty of that herself. She shrinks back against the wall, looking remarkably small against the wood, and hugs herself in another rare show of admitted vulnerability.]
... I call him that a lot too. [There's a bit of bitter humour in that, but it disappears in the small noise she makes before she carries on.]
He says I'm an experiment.