[she does want! so she shifts a little bit closer then, letting her arms encircle around beau's shoulders in a hug. she's unsure and a little awkward, but the attempt is sincere.
it's hard for her to know what words to give, in a situation like this but if she were to think of moments in which she felt similarly.... the only answer she has is an embrace and a soft - ]
[she shifts, a little, leaning into it. she honestly will never get tired of being hugged - a girl doesn't realize how touch starved she is until she's touched.
beau sighs, and it's a little shivery sound.]
I know. Rationally, I know it's not. [it just feels really bad.]
[in that case, she's getting hugged until she doesn't want to anymore. if beau responds to it, then viola won't be the first one to pull away. she'll rub her back a bit, trying to be soothing.]
... it'd be nice if we could listen to what's rational all the time.
But I think tonight is a good time to be upset and angry and whatever else it is you feel.
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it's hard for her to know what words to give, in a situation like this but if she were to think of moments in which she felt similarly.... the only answer she has is an embrace and a soft - ]
... it's not your fault.
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beau sighs, and it's a little shivery sound.]
I know. Rationally, I know it's not. [it just feels really bad.]
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... it'd be nice if we could listen to what's rational all the time.
But I think tonight is a good time to be upset and angry and whatever else it is you feel.
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Yeah. [she says finally.] Tomorrow we gotta go back to pretending everything is okay.
... You wanna help me set this thing off? [the firework, she means.]
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Tomorrow we can focus on how to make things right - but it's okay to admit that it's rather awful still. Compromise?
[but she smiles a little bit and then with a flick of her wrist, she'll procure a mechanical lighter]
Let's?
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she shifts, and holds the firework out to her.]
... Compromise, I guess. [a beat.] Thanks, Viola.
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Anytime and anything, Beauregard.
[though her smile widens just a bit and she'll move to light the firework, letting the fuse of it begin to burn]