[Unlike him, Heather doesn't have particularly great alcohol tolerance-- not that that ever stopped her from drinking her fair share at parties back when she was in high school...]
[But needless to say, she'll take whatever she can get right now.]
[She leans back against the couch, staring ahead.]
... I think I can manage being happy for him later. You know, sometime down the line. Maybe in a few weeks.
But right now I can't say I give a shit.
[It's said flatly and sounds AWFUL, even to her-- like she's somehow betraying him. Betraying his memory. But she's not gonna lie, not gonna beat herself up for feeling bad because of some obligation to be happy that he's gone.]
[She'd spent so much time trying to convince HIM that it was all right to be sad at a friend's passing from this world... she couldn't go and be feeling guilty for her anger and hurt NOW. That would be hypocritical, and Heather doesn't like being a hypocrite if she can help it.]
[She tips the wine back to finish off the rest of the glass, then leans over to pour another one.]
S'not like us being bitter whiners about this will make HIM feel bad. He'll never know.
What he doesn't know can't hurt'm.
[... Except that her eyes start stinging about 'he'll never know'. Yeah, he won't, because he's GONE. God dammit. So much for being the bitter gruff stoic asshole about this...]
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[But needless to say, she'll take whatever she can get right now.]
[She leans back against the couch, staring ahead.]
... I think I can manage being happy for him later. You know, sometime down the line. Maybe in a few weeks.
But right now I can't say I give a shit.
[It's said flatly and sounds AWFUL, even to her-- like she's somehow betraying him. Betraying his memory. But she's not gonna lie, not gonna beat herself up for feeling bad because of some obligation to be happy that he's gone.]
[She'd spent so much time trying to convince HIM that it was all right to be sad at a friend's passing from this world... she couldn't go and be feeling guilty for her anger and hurt NOW. That would be hypocritical, and Heather doesn't like being a hypocrite if she can help it.]
[She tips the wine back to finish off the rest of the glass, then leans over to pour another one.]
S'not like us being bitter whiners about this will make HIM feel bad. He'll never know.
What he doesn't know can't hurt'm.
[... Except that her eyes start stinging about 'he'll never know'. Yeah, he won't, because he's GONE. God dammit. So much for being the bitter gruff stoic asshole about this...]