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[ olivia shrinks back under the emphasizing fork, hastily setting her own down on her plate, her appetite now long forgotten. fine was definitely a lie, but she thinks, maybe, before the ball, she had gotten pretty damn close to it...

what can she even say? what good will it do to tell the truth now? at best, ramir will get upset for someone's behalf, and cause herself unnecessary stresses; at worst, olivia could very well ruin a friendship...

right now, it's not really too clear to her whose. ]

I should go, [ she says instead of any real answer, moving now back to her feet, setting the plate aside on the table. ]

Thank you for breakfast, Ramir, it was really very nice of you—

[ Oh, shit. This wasn't how she'd wanted thinks going. She hastily hops to her feet to follow suit, abandoning her own plate and fork. ]

Wait, hang on — I don't wanna chase you away. I'm not gonna make you talk about it if you don't wanna, alright? I didn't call you over for an interrogation. [ She nods down at Olivia's plate, face falling a little. ] And you didn't even finish. I know it's a shitty breakfast, but you can pretend the strawberries in it are healthy.

You know it's not about that, [ comes olivia's surprisingly sharp response, her own expression tightening briefly as she meets ramir's eyes. for a moment, she doesn't do much but that, but in the next, she is glancing away once more, the fight leaving her tone and shoulders.

slowly, she lowers herself back down to her seat, quietly reaching for her plate once more. ]

I'm sorry, Ramir, but it's just for the best we don't discuss him.

[ That sharp response gets a quick little flash of a smile, but then they're back to the actual stuff at hand, and Ramir drops it again. She sinks back into her seat too, sitting a little less easily than she was a second ago. ]

Hey, that's fine. We can talk about whatever you wanna, I promise.

[ and yet, olivia cannot help but feel the guilt well up inside her. here ramir was, trying to do something nice for her, just showing concern, and olivia can't even grant her a happy smile... no matter how fake it is.

she wonders if she will ever stop feeling like such a black hole of merriment. ]

I'm sorry for ruining breakfast... [ she sniffles loudly, reaching up to finally wipe at her cheeks and eyes with her sleeve. ]

Oh my god, you didn't.

[ If anything it was her, pressing after what Olivia so vehemently didn't want brought up. But she's used to blame, that's fine. She leans an elbow on the table, attention way more on the other woman than on her cake. ]

Like I said, you don't have to tell me anything... but if you ever want to — you know, talk, rant, cry, whatever — I'm all ears.

[ her laugh is watery and brittle. ]

Honestly, I... I'm so tired of crying.

[ yet here she is, doing it all over again. ]

I just want it to be over, Ramir...

[ God, that laugh gets her. That's not the kind of laugh Olivia should be doing. Strong sympathy tugs at her heart, and it's impossible not to reach and find one of Olivia's hands again. ]

It's gonna be, I promise. It's still gonna suck for a while, but not forever. Nothing sucks forever.

[ Which is something she's started to learn herself, actually. She doesn't feel like an authority on the subject, but she's at least confident in the truth of it. ]

[ olivia's hand curls up into a small fist beneath ramir's, but she is comforted, even if only mildly, by the warm weight there. ]

...Thanks, Ramir. [ she attempts a smile, as if ramir were the one she's trying to reassure here. ] I hope so.

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