[ trauma makes her nostalgic. it is not his past that she's dwelling in, but her own. these are things she won't say and hates to even acknowledge, so she deflects promptly. easily. ]
I did fuck you.
[ as if that were the natural consequence: interest in his past. that had never been true, though. she gets up, stretching her arms over her head. ]
no subject
I did fuck you.
[ as if that were the natural consequence: interest in his past. that had never been true, though. she gets up, stretching her arms over her head. ]