[That helps, somehow, it's like he's accepting that she has the right to be angry, instead of arguing with her and throwing her own mistakes in her face.
She still doesn't know if she can forgive him, but she can nod, almost grateful, before she pulls away. It's strange to actually look at him after spending all that time hiding against his chest, and there's a tiny, vain part of her that hopes she doesn't look too much like crap right now. It's probably a false hope, between the burns on her hands and all the tears.]
M'sorry for shoving you. [a beat, and her gaze drops, guilty.] And slapping you. That wasn't fair.
[No matter how angry she was, she shouldn't have hurt him.]
why do you hurt me in this way
She still doesn't know if she can forgive him, but she can nod, almost grateful, before she pulls away. It's strange to actually look at him after spending all that time hiding against his chest, and there's a tiny, vain part of her that hopes she doesn't look too much like crap right now. It's probably a false hope, between the burns on her hands and all the tears.]
M'sorry for shoving you. [a beat, and her gaze drops, guilty.] And slapping you. That wasn't fair.
[No matter how angry she was, she shouldn't have hurt him.]