[ There's never a right answer to these things. Sometimes human effort is futile no matter how much of it is given — and sometimes there's always going to be something that falls between the cracks no matter what choice you make. Andy doesn't know what the right thing is — whether it's better for Emily to sacrifice herself for the good of everyone else, or if everyone else should be told to fuck the hell off so Emily can get a moment of peace and quiet — but she knows which one she selfishly wants.
Who knows if Emily would even listen to her. They've fought about this same thing enough times. And the rotting gods know they've both said plenty to each other this time.
It's not a solution. It doesn't fix anything — but maybe it can be a fleeting distraction, something to keep Emily's thoughts from wandering too far. There's only a scant few inches between their faces anyway, and it's not as if Andy's ever really needed the excuse to kiss her. She only has to lean forward a little from where she crouches in front of that chair, tilting her head just so their mouths fit together in a kiss a little more urgent than the ones they've shared before. ]
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Who knows if Emily would even listen to her. They've fought about this same thing enough times. And the rotting gods know they've both said plenty to each other this time.
It's not a solution. It doesn't fix anything — but maybe it can be a fleeting distraction, something to keep Emily's thoughts from wandering too far. There's only a scant few inches between their faces anyway, and it's not as if Andy's ever really needed the excuse to kiss her. She only has to lean forward a little from where she crouches in front of that chair, tilting her head just so their mouths fit together in a kiss a little more urgent than the ones they've shared before. ]