[Nick doesn't move to hit him, but instead looks like she's been struck herself. His analysis is too sharp, too close, too right, and Nick feels like the world's just been yanked out from underneath her feet and she's struggling just to breathe.]
Just - shut up. You don't know anything about me.
[It's a lie, and a weak one at that. But he wasn't around for the dreams, was he, and some of those had also been a little too on the nose for Nick's taste, calling up memories of her mother and Nick herself as a child, a version of her who believed that she deserved every bit of the mistreatment she'd suffered at her mother's hands.
Nick claps a hand over her mouth and turns away from him, blinking back hot, angry tears.]
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[Nick doesn't move to hit him, but instead looks like she's been struck herself. His analysis is too sharp, too close, too right, and Nick feels like the world's just been yanked out from underneath her feet and she's struggling just to breathe.]
Just - shut up. You don't know anything about me.
[It's a lie, and a weak one at that. But he wasn't around for the dreams, was he, and some of those had also been a little too on the nose for Nick's taste, calling up memories of her mother and Nick herself as a child, a version of her who believed that she deserved every bit of the mistreatment she'd suffered at her mother's hands.
Nick claps a hand over her mouth and turns away from him, blinking back hot, angry tears.]