[ it’s such a weight off her shoulders to have someone like Tinya around at the moment. most everyone that’s stopped by has been in mourning, too, and Sharon had to find a way to comfort them through her own pain —— not that she minded, she was strong enough to carry on. but there was relief in knowing that she could collapse in her grief without the expectation that she had to pick Tinya up too after.
with Tinya, she didn’t have to find a way to swallow her pain back like it were some bitter pill; she could just cry.
and she does. even when Tinya made a little sound, the only response from Sharon is a physical one. she reached up to brush a hand through Tinya’s hair as if to offer some tiny touch of comfort, what little she can give in the moment; to let her know she was here and more than just a shoulder to cry into.
she doesn’t know how long she had stayed pressed up against the princess but her tears eventually slow and come to a halt. she pulled away with hesitancy as if she hadn’t truly wanted to. her face is damp and sticky and stray hairs cling to her cheeks. she looked awful. exhausted to the bone. ]
I——Shit, I guess I’m feeling worse than I thought... [ she muttered as she hastily wiped her face with the back of her hand as of to make herself more presentable but nothing really helped and shifted back to give the other girl some space. she knew Tinya was willing to be here for her, that she wouldn’t have come if she wasn’t, but Sharon still foolishly feared doing anything that may push her away. ] Sorry, I think I might have messed up your hair.
[ she sounded pitiful, voice softer and lacking in her normal confidence. ]
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with Tinya, she didn’t have to find a way to swallow her pain back like it were some bitter pill; she could just cry.
and she does. even when Tinya made a little sound, the only response from Sharon is a physical one. she reached up to brush a hand through Tinya’s hair as if to offer some tiny touch of comfort, what little she can give in the moment; to let her know she was here and more than just a shoulder to cry into.
she doesn’t know how long she had stayed pressed up against the princess but her tears eventually slow and come to a halt. she pulled away with hesitancy as if she hadn’t truly wanted to. her face is damp and sticky and stray hairs cling to her cheeks. she looked awful. exhausted to the bone. ]
I——Shit, I guess I’m feeling worse than I thought... [ she muttered as she hastily wiped her face with the back of her hand as of to make herself more presentable but nothing really helped and shifted back to give the other girl some space. she knew Tinya was willing to be here for her, that she wouldn’t have come if she wasn’t, but Sharon still foolishly feared doing anything that may push her away. ] Sorry, I think I might have messed up your hair.
[ she sounded pitiful, voice softer and lacking in her normal confidence. ]