( Sarissa's setting out a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits that smell of almond and vanilla. They're in the shape of crescent moons, and they're a good thing to distract herself with when Max speaks. Her hands still for a second, betray how bloody thrown she is, before she smoothly continues. )
Don't worry about it. I was being a dick.
( Because, at the end of the day, Max had died or disappeared or whatever the fuck. Still not looking at Max, she pours the tea. )
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Don't worry about it. I was being a dick.
( Because, at the end of the day, Max had died or disappeared or whatever the fuck. Still not looking at Max, she pours the tea. )
You gotta do what you gotta do to get by, right?