[ She asks that innocently, not really sure what he could be huhing at. Her room conformed to what she needed the most, what she still needs, somehow: comfort. And despite all the plush surroundings, she still looks like she hasn't slept in a day or two.
As she slips off her hoodie, the bruises on her wrists are uncovered, as are the fading-but-still-discolored bruises on her back and shoulders that peek out from under her tank top. The hoodie she hangs on one post of her footboard, doing the same with his coat.
action.
[ She asks that innocently, not really sure what he could be huhing at. Her room conformed to what she needed the most, what she still needs, somehow: comfort. And despite all the plush surroundings, she still looks like she hasn't slept in a day or two.
As she slips off her hoodie, the bruises on her wrists are uncovered, as are the fading-but-still-discolored bruises on her back and shoulders that peek out from under her tank top. The hoodie she hangs on one post of her footboard, doing the same with his coat.
She gestures to the wooden chair at the vanity.]
Sit down. Please.