( you know, a little over a month ago clarke would have probably looked at rita right now, in this horrid and sickly hungover state, and not felt... a lot. maybe a twinge of sympathy, probably still a compelling need to help and care; it just would have been a lot more hollow and perfunctory. let's not openly examine how a crisis, a few burn marks, guilt undeserved and guilt deserved, a round of apologies, and some mutual suffering builds bridges. )
Nothing important. You done? ( vomiting.
the hand at rita's back falls away, to the collection of supplies clarke dragged along. she picks up the water bottle and undoes the lid with a crack of the plastic seal. )
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Nothing important. You done? ( vomiting.
the hand at rita's back falls away, to the collection of supplies clarke dragged along. she picks up the water bottle and undoes the lid with a crack of the plastic seal. )