[ She tries to relax. The tension manages to leave her shoulders, deflating her slightly in the process. She didn't want to fight. She just always seems to start one. Whether it's out of concern or just because she's never had good control on her temper, it's still always there.
She's caused enough drama for her and she hates the idea of causing more. She forces herself to turn a little more fully towards her, not quite able to shake the exhaustion from her face, even if she tries to give her a reassuring smile.
The same smile she always tried to give her mom when trying to convince her everything really was just fine. ]
You'll do what you think is right. I trust you. I'm just... worrying, I guess.
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She's caused enough drama for her and she hates the idea of causing more. She forces herself to turn a little more fully towards her, not quite able to shake the exhaustion from her face, even if she tries to give her a reassuring smile.
The same smile she always tried to give her mom when trying to convince her everything really was just fine. ]
You'll do what you think is right. I trust you. I'm just... worrying, I guess.