( clarke backs off slightly, a buzz of apology about her. if she weren't so painfully aware of their surrounding company and caught up in keeping a rigid posture that doesn't invite questions, she'd hold up her hands in an attempt to soothe and mollify. instead, her gloved fingers remain interlaced in the folds of fabric across her lap, and clarke radiates sorry i'm not good at this yet; sifting through a torrent of emotions and not ending up making an ass of herself in conversation. )
(Pretty new, I guess.)
( but hey, that's not the worst thing in the world, right? sometimes all it takes is an impartial sounding board to rail against in order to feel better. someone willing to weather the storm of another's emotions could make all the difference, and while clarke's not usually in the type to dabble in casual talk therapy, she's the type to try to help. )
(Which means if you want to talk about it...) ( it; that angry haze that hangs over both of them like an ominous crowd, that sour mood that colors asuka's tone in every escaping sentiment. ) (I mean, if someone's bothering you, it wouldn't be like I'd know who you were talking about.)
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( Pretty new, I guess. )
( but hey, that's not the worst thing in the world, right? sometimes all it takes is an impartial sounding board to rail against in order to feel better. someone willing to weather the storm of another's emotions could make all the difference, and while clarke's not usually in the type to dabble in casual talk therapy, she's the type to try to help. )
( Which means if you want to talk about it... ) ( it; that angry haze that hangs over both of them like an ominous crowd, that sour mood that colors asuka's tone in every escaping sentiment. ) ( I mean, if someone's bothering you, it wouldn't be like I'd know who you were talking about. )