[Clearly, the very logical rule is that Kyna can whine, but Sam can't ask. Super fair. She's about to say something stupid, like that Lance ate all of her ice cream, but then as she pulls her hand back her skin brushes against his, triggering the empathy bond.
Her apparent chill is really just a thin veneer over what she's actually feeling, and she knows it, just like she knows poor Sam is going to get a flood of it. It's frustration and anger and hurt, tangled up with guilt and a hint of self-loathing. She hates the idea of talking about what's bothering her, hates the idea of dealing with it even more, and there's a part of her that knows she's just diving into her old self-destructive bullshit, but it just feels so much easier right now.
Then all that is drowned out by a wave of panic and embarrassment as she yanks her hand back and pulls away, far too quickly. It's a total overreaction, and likely seems like even more of an overreaction considering her approach to the empathy bond before. But it doesn't matter—she's shoved herself to the other end of the couch, back pressed into the arm, hands up to scrub over her face.]
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Date: 2020-11-15 07:51 pm (UTC)Her apparent chill is really just a thin veneer over what she's actually feeling, and she knows it, just like she knows poor Sam is going to get a flood of it. It's frustration and anger and hurt, tangled up with guilt and a hint of self-loathing. She hates the idea of talking about what's bothering her, hates the idea of dealing with it even more, and there's a part of her that knows she's just diving into her old self-destructive bullshit, but it just feels so much easier right now.
Then all that is drowned out by a wave of panic and embarrassment as she yanks her hand back and pulls away, far too quickly. It's a total overreaction, and likely seems like even more of an overreaction considering her approach to the empathy bond before. But it doesn't matter—she's shoved herself to the other end of the couch, back pressed into the arm, hands up to scrub over her face.]
Jesus Christ. Sorry. Fuck.