Never. [That answer comes strained and wheezy, but it's immediate. The crying doesn't let up, though, not enough for her to thank him for looking out for her and keeping this secret and sitting with her and the reassurance; she can't clear her mind enough to find the words, something in her screams equations and runs through sets of digital roots and all she can think is that she should never have been found out but there's no way out of it now.
But he asks if she's okay and it's the stupidest question she ever hears. Are you okay, how are you, how have you been doing, and every single time she'll shrug and force things along, but—generally, the crying, whatever he means, and she wipes at her eyes and shakes her head hard.]
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But he asks if she's okay and it's the stupidest question she ever hears. Are you okay, how are you, how have you been doing, and every single time she'll shrug and force things along, but—generally, the crying, whatever he means, and she wipes at her eyes and shakes her head hard.]