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[gasping]

[ sorry is good. hugs are better. they ground her, help to steady the wild course of caroline's heightened emotions; in clinging to hope in a hug that would probably crush the windpipe of a baseline human, caroline doesn't feel the need to smash a plate or scream. she just sniffles, the fabric of hope's shirt sopping up tears still leaking out, and holds on for a while. ]

I really liked him.

[ she's whining. she knows. but the emotions are too raw for her to be grown-up and level-headed and reasonable about this. she's in the middle of a temper tantrum. she's gonna need a minute. ]

He just told me he loved me and everything and now he's... gone...

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[It's tight, sure, but Hope grew up with tight hugs. When Caroline hugs her back, she just squeezes even harder, holding her breath, as if that would make time stop and make everything else go away for a minute.

It doesn't work, of course, and she can hear her friend crying into her shirt.]

I know.

[She visibly winces as she continues, though. That sounds like Hope's literal worst nightmare, the exact reason why she doesn't let people get close. She doesn't know what to say, knows perfectly well that there's nothing she can say that will make it better. It just...sucks.

So she just holds on for as long as Caroline wants.]

[gasping]

[ it's not about words. 'sorry' or 'it'll get better' or 'cheer up' doesn't make anything less painful. it doesn't bring marcos back or make caroline care any less. so, in a way, hope's silence is better. just a hug and the space to cry and sniffle and feel miserable for a while, until the wetness on her cheeks dries and the stiff lump in her throat ebbs away. ]

Can we just... stay in tonight? Drink something really strong and eat a bunch of ice cream?

[ maybe not in that order, though. maybe ice cream first, booze second, terrible movies all the way through. ]