[She looks between the two of them, and—god, she never imagined feeling this level of sorry for Rhys in a way that wasn't rude and sarcastic, but here we are. Sucks when your buddy and best friend isn't where they're supposed to be, huh.
She's going to optimistically (stupidly) assume that Rhys has the Break situation some level of handled. There isn't much for her to do, anyway.]
Sure thing. [Her voice is small, trying not to intrude. She's even capable of that kind of thing! Who knew? For a moment, she contemplates moving the head and turning off the record but. No. They probably don't want her touching their best friend's head? And that's fair. So she nods, and scurries off to the back of the record store to poke around for anything that isn't buckets of blood and leave the boys to their moment.]
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She's going to optimistically (stupidly) assume that Rhys has the Break situation some level of handled. There isn't much for her to do, anyway.]
Sure thing. [Her voice is small, trying not to intrude. She's even capable of that kind of thing! Who knew? For a moment, she contemplates moving the head and turning off the record but. No. They probably don't want her touching their best friend's head? And that's fair. So she nods, and scurries off to the back of the record store to poke around for anything that isn't buckets of blood and leave the boys to their moment.]