God, no, Rex, don't make me feel worse than I already do. I'll unpack them, it's fine.
[ She says, despite the fact that she's now looking through one of the boxes for cups good enough to drink from. She hasn't made an awful lot from the freelance writing she's done, and though she never felt the need for money and fame compared to her peers- well, not as much money and fame- there's still some dissatisfaction associated with it; these won't be great cups. ]
How's Martin? I went to see him, I just don't know if he feels better around you. [ She sounds less inquisitive and more drained, worried. Now she gets why Rex is so protective of him; wanting to protect Martin's well-being is an idea that's buried its way into her brain, too. ]
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[ She says, despite the fact that she's now looking through one of the boxes for cups good enough to drink from. She hasn't made an awful lot from the freelance writing she's done, and though she never felt the need for money and fame compared to her peers- well, not as much money and fame- there's still some dissatisfaction associated with it; these won't be great cups. ]
How's Martin? I went to see him, I just don't know if he feels better around you. [ She sounds less inquisitive and more drained, worried. Now she gets why Rex is so protective of him; wanting to protect Martin's well-being is an idea that's buried its way into her brain, too. ]