[She feels awful after that exchange, and for a while after flinging herself facedown on the bed and hugging her pillow, she just wants to cry. Does helping someone really make her such a terrible person? Why did he even choose to stay anyway? He was probably just doing it to make fun of her.
Eventually exhaustion catches up with her and she dozes off. In the morning when she pads back into the lounge, she's unsurprised to find the room empty.]
Jerk. [She mutters ineffectually, tossing the wrappers in the trash and getting ready to go about her day.]
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Eventually exhaustion catches up with her and she dozes off. In the morning when she pads back into the lounge, she's unsurprised to find the room empty.]
Jerk. [She mutters ineffectually, tossing the wrappers in the trash and getting ready to go about her day.]