[ She stops cold, whips around to face him, eyebrows raised in a single question: What?
She can't reliably say she's only angry at him. Pushing her away like this isn't surprising in the least, but it still hurts. And after her attempt to keep his hurt to a minimum— but that's not the only reason. She's angry at herself for letting it go so long. Doing something you wouldn't normally do, because someone or something has rewired your brain to want it.
It makes her a little sick to her stomach. And it isn't fair to Steve. So her anger isn't just pointed at him, even if it seems that way. And even if he isn't a terrible target, right now. ]
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She can't reliably say she's only angry at him. Pushing her away like this isn't surprising in the least, but it still hurts. And after her attempt to keep his hurt to a minimum— but that's not the only reason. She's angry at herself for letting it go so long. Doing something you wouldn't normally do, because someone or something has rewired your brain to want it.
It makes her a little sick to her stomach. And it isn't fair to Steve. So her anger isn't just pointed at him, even if it seems that way. And even if he isn't a terrible target, right now. ]