April stared back at him for a space of a few seconds before her mouth turned down into an angry pout.
"Oh, fuck it," she spat, and pushed herself from the floor. She hurriedly rinsed her hands in the sink just to make sure she didn't have anything on them and then wiped them dry against her t-shirt. "The door can bite me. Take care of your own damned self."
Had he taken the time to notice, he might have recognized the pinched look about her face, or the dark circles under her eyes. She didn't expect him to, though. She just knew she couldn't handle that sort of reciprocation, not just then, not with the state she had been pulled in there in.
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Date: 2005-06-21 11:05 pm (UTC)"Oh, fuck it," she spat, and pushed herself from the floor. She hurriedly rinsed her hands in the sink just to make sure she didn't have anything on them and then wiped them dry against her t-shirt. "The door can bite me. Take care of your own damned self."
Had he taken the time to notice, he might have recognized the pinched look about her face, or the dark circles under her eyes. She didn't expect him to, though. She just knew she couldn't handle that sort of reciprocation, not just then, not with the state she had been pulled in there in.