[ The gentle tug of her hair and her world view turning upside down successfully draws her from her thoughts. Immediately her lips twist with displeasure.
Sober Hilda would have realized what she had said, tried to deflect, agree with what he's saying instead of doubling down on her truth. But drunk Hilda can't help but feel a pang of hurt that she's being questioned. That it sounds like he doesn't believe her.
Her words leave her mouth in a whine, hands reaching behind her to push his cheeks together, spraying water in her wake. ]
That's not what I mean. I really – [ She buries her face into her arms, cheeks suddenly burning. Why would be believe her, she had told him she didn't. Her voice grows quiet again, retracting her arms and curling into a tighter ball than before. ] nevermind.
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Sober Hilda would have realized what she had said, tried to deflect, agree with what he's saying instead of doubling down on her truth. But drunk Hilda can't help but feel a pang of hurt that she's being questioned. That it sounds like he doesn't believe her.
Her words leave her mouth in a whine, hands reaching behind her to push his cheeks together, spraying water in her wake. ]
That's not what I mean. I really – [ She buries her face into her arms, cheeks suddenly burning. Why would be believe her, she had told him she didn't. Her voice grows quiet again, retracting her arms and curling into a tighter ball than before. ] nevermind.