"You're not a disaster," she says automatically, loyally, even as she's simultaneously aware of what Eponine means by it. "At least no more of one than the rest of us, even if the particulars are different."
She looks up from her mug, smiling a little, but the question Eponine asks hits home in a way she'd been half-expecting. There was a canniness to the other girl, an awareness Rosie had learned to trust as much as Eponine had learned it to survive in the first place, and when it was turned on you there wasn't a good deal of space to hide.
"Sabrina keeps calling me her girlfriend," she says, and it's a relief, shamefully deep and complete, to say it out loud to someone at last. "And I don't...know if I can say it back."
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Date: 2021-04-06 01:22 am (UTC)She looks up from her mug, smiling a little, but the question Eponine asks hits home in a way she'd been half-expecting. There was a canniness to the other girl, an awareness Rosie had learned to trust as much as Eponine had learned it to survive in the first place, and when it was turned on you there wasn't a good deal of space to hide.
"Sabrina keeps calling me her girlfriend," she says, and it's a relief, shamefully deep and complete, to say it out loud to someone at last. "And I don't...know if I can say it back."