Harper took off her shoes and set them aside, and Soh wiped gently at the silent tears still coursing down her cheeks. She felt like a child again, and it wasn't an entirely unwelcome sensation, even if she did feel like she should be better than this. Stronger. More able to take care of herself. "I understand," she whispered, tangling her hands in her blanket and pulling it more tightly around herself. It was nice, having something around her shoulders, as though the pressure of the blanket would help to hold her together. Gods knew she wasn't going to be able to do it on her own.
Harper was on his knees before her, and she immediately felt bad - he had to be uncomfortable, but he was putting that aside to make sure that she was okay. She looked down as he adjusted the blanket, biting her lip and wishing that she hadn't come. She was such an inconvenience. She should have just asked Mateo for more calming tea, locked herself in her shop, and waited for this to pass.
Except it wasn't going to pass, was it?
Her hand untangled from the blanket to reach up to her eye self-consciously. "N-not really." It wasn't even a lie - or at least not much of one. "Maybe a little." But only when she bumped against it with her hand, which was, admittedly, more often than not. She had never realized how much she touched her face before she'd had to try so hard not to. She dropped her hand to grasp Harper's, holding on as though she might never let go.
Harper was on his knees before her, and she immediately felt bad - he had to be uncomfortable, but he was putting that aside to make sure that she was okay. She looked down as he adjusted the blanket, biting her lip and wishing that she hadn't come. She was such an inconvenience. She should have just asked Mateo for more calming tea, locked herself in her shop, and waited for this to pass.
Except it wasn't going to pass, was it?
Her hand untangled from the blanket to reach up to her eye self-consciously. "N-not really." It wasn't even a lie - or at least not much of one. "Maybe a little." But only when she bumped against it with her hand, which was, admittedly, more often than not. She had never realized how much she touched her face before she'd had to try so hard not to. She dropped her hand to grasp Harper's, holding on as though she might never let go.
