[Lisa's not thinking that far ahead. She really, really wants to get through tonight, first, because there's still a part of her that expects a dressing-down for her attitude toward her friends in the depths. Junna seems to be on the same page as her and relatively agreeable, so she's not complaining, but boy, Lisa's running her mouth a lot in ways she really doesn't like...
But Junna jumps in, coming around to hold her hand, and Lisa takes a deep breath. Brains suck. Especially when hers keeps taking sick days and threatening to go on strike. So her girlfriend calmly, patiently explains why she's willing to put up with what should by all rights be a depressing evening, and Lisa... listens. Slowly starts to wind back down, tension releasing from her chest. Sees that last, fleeting look of delicacy, and that galvanizes her for a bit. She wraps her free arm lightly around Junna, trying to convey warmth and trust and hope she mostly feels.]
Imaginations are for daydreaming about what you're going to do with your girlfriend in your free time, not for doomspiraling. Even if I've been doing a lot of that. So I get you. And... thank you, for telling me what's on your mind. Sorry, for not trusting you to make your own decision. I-I'll be better. [She takes a breath, nodding.] What you're thinking is probably worse, anyway, so... I'll get through it. We're coming up to the worst of it, though. Or, well, the worst I know about, anyway.
And just to get it out of the way... this is the part where I was staying too long and getting too worn-out to be much good over there. Too spacey, too slow, too irritable, even more stubborn than I already am. But I just couldn't- couldn't stand to be at home. So if it sounds a little jumbled, that's. That's probably why. [But she won't apologize for that. She'll never apologize for that single-minded dedication, even if it hurts her., That thought, somehow, stabilizes her a little more.]
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But Junna jumps in, coming around to hold her hand, and Lisa takes a deep breath. Brains suck. Especially when hers keeps taking sick days and threatening to go on strike. So her girlfriend calmly, patiently explains why she's willing to put up with what should by all rights be a depressing evening, and Lisa... listens. Slowly starts to wind back down, tension releasing from her chest. Sees that last, fleeting look of delicacy, and that galvanizes her for a bit. She wraps her free arm lightly around Junna, trying to convey warmth and trust and hope she mostly feels.]
Imaginations are for daydreaming about what you're going to do with your girlfriend in your free time, not for doomspiraling. Even if I've been doing a lot of that. So I get you. And... thank you, for telling me what's on your mind. Sorry, for not trusting you to make your own decision. I-I'll be better. [She takes a breath, nodding.] What you're thinking is probably worse, anyway, so... I'll get through it. We're coming up to the worst of it, though. Or, well, the worst I know about, anyway.
And just to get it out of the way... this is the part where I was staying too long and getting too worn-out to be much good over there. Too spacey, too slow, too irritable, even more stubborn than I already am. But I just couldn't- couldn't stand to be at home. So if it sounds a little jumbled, that's. That's probably why. [But she won't apologize for that. She'll never apologize for that single-minded dedication, even if it hurts her., That thought, somehow, stabilizes her a little more.]