[Allison nods, studiously not looking at Lydia. She can pretend, irrationally, that Lydia's not there, not seeing her like this if she doesn't look at her. She's still strong, angry, and capable if she doesn't look her best friend in the eye.
She's not being consumed by her own guilt, self-loathing, and rage.
She doesn't say anything for a long while, not trusting her voice. When she thinks she can speak, she licks her lips, takes a deep breath...and though her voice is steady, it's still heavy with tears, two of which escape her eyes and are promptly wiped away with extreme prejudice...and the back of her hand.]
[Spam]
She's not being consumed by her own guilt, self-loathing, and rage.
She doesn't say anything for a long while, not trusting her voice. When she thinks she can speak, she licks her lips, takes a deep breath...and though her voice is steady, it's still heavy with tears, two of which escape her eyes and are promptly wiped away with extreme prejudice...and the back of her hand.]
Good. That's good.