[Allison twists in her grip as Lydia pulls her close, but not enough to get away or push her back...she just twists, almost writhing, ripped in two between the need to run and hide from every single sin she's committed, all embodied in Lydia's presence, and the need to hold on tight, to let herself be held and healed by her best friend (that limb being sewn back on, the blood not flowing from a wound but through a part of her, healed and whole again).
She ends up clutching at the arms around her, shaking her head even as it presses into Lydia's shoulder, hiding her face...still twisting in her arms even as she dissolves into tears: horrible, hysterical sobs that end in hiccups and one arm leaving Lydia to wrap around her own stomach, heaving with the nausea that comes with tears this violent.
Only occasionally do the animal noises of grief and sputtering hiccups form discernible words.]
[Monday Spam]
She ends up clutching at the arms around her, shaking her head even as it presses into Lydia's shoulder, hiding her face...still twisting in her arms even as she dissolves into tears: horrible, hysterical sobs that end in hiccups and one arm leaving Lydia to wrap around her own stomach, heaving with the nausea that comes with tears this violent.
Only occasionally do the animal noises of grief and sputtering hiccups form discernible words.]
...sorry...sorry...I can't...sorry...