I'm fretting. It's easy for you to say when you weren't the drunk one.
[ His pointed avoidance of her question continues to drive her anxiety higher. Her cheeks burn with worry, embarrassment, nerves. All of this is quickly undoing whatever resolve she had tried to hard to instill in herself over the last several months, and guilt bubbles in her stomach.
Whatever wriggling in his arms is suddenly stilled as her hands go to lightly touch his forearms. ]
no subject
[ His pointed avoidance of her question continues to drive her anxiety higher. Her cheeks burn with worry, embarrassment, nerves. All of this is quickly undoing whatever resolve she had tried to hard to instill in herself over the last several months, and guilt bubbles in her stomach.
Whatever wriggling in his arms is suddenly stilled as her hands go to lightly touch his forearms. ]
Please tell me what I said.