[she weeps, and it's obvious she's trying not to, that the tears fall anyway. the desperate scrambling of someone trying to pick up the pieces while they slip out of their hands, trying and trying to remain calm, trying to collect something of her dignity before it's all washed away by her own crying.]
It'd be easier if you didn't.
[whispered to her, the words choked and strangled by the emotion she wants to wrest back into its box. stop. stop. why won't it stop? if Andy could only order her to, could say something sharp again, she could recover. someone could come in - someone could see her, and it scares her.]
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It'd be easier if you didn't.
[whispered to her, the words choked and strangled by the emotion she wants to wrest back into its box. stop. stop. why won't it stop? if Andy could only order her to, could say something sharp again, she could recover. someone could come in - someone could see her, and it scares her.]