"Come on, let's — let's move over here," Michelle says, ushering Kimmy over towards the nearest wall, trying to ignore the way her stomach is turning. It doesn't mean anything, or, at least, she shouldn't assume that it does. It's just her own shit that she has to deal with, that, despite weeks here, she's barely talked about. Projecting, or something like that. She's never bought into most stuff like that, largely because it's been easier not to, but in this case, she kind of has to believe that's what's going on.
Regardless of what it means, Kimmy seems rattled, the way she tries to cover her back with her arms speaking volumes to that effect. She should focus on that, she thinks, and not what's in her own head. "Be easier to keep other people from seeing it."
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Date: 2016-06-18 06:55 am (UTC)Regardless of what it means, Kimmy seems rattled, the way she tries to cover her back with her arms speaking volumes to that effect. She should focus on that, she thinks, and not what's in her own head. "Be easier to keep other people from seeing it."