[She slowly exhales the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. Only a week? That's hardly any time at all. It helps explain his guilt though. It's still fresh for him. Only a week maybe.
Chrissy sits on the edge of her bed, looking up and over to him. She's anxiously fidgeting, her fingers working into knots as she works up the courage to confront what she's most afraid of.]
You were there with me. [They had already established that, but it leads into the question she's hesitant to ask.] Did it look like it hurt that much?
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[She slowly exhales the breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. Only a week? That's hardly any time at all. It helps explain his guilt though. It's still fresh for him. Only a week maybe.
Chrissy sits on the edge of her bed, looking up and over to him. She's anxiously fidgeting, her fingers working into knots as she works up the courage to confront what she's most afraid of.]
You were there with me. [They had already established that, but it leads into the question she's hesitant to ask.] Did it look like it hurt that much?