[Kyna keeps her chin propped gently on his shoulder for a moment, more casual contact than an active attempt at comfort. When she pulls back, it's enough to give him a bit of space, though she keeps one arm wrapped around him loosely.]
Yeah.
[Maybe that's true.]
It's okay if it's not okay too, you know.
[It's not so much an attempt at pushing as an attempt at acknowledgment. As much as she tries to convince herself she doesn't care about her dad or his shitty family, a part of her still does. And maybe he doesn't really want to talk about it—she wouldn't blame him—but she wants him to know he has the option, even if it's not now.]
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Yeah.
[Maybe that's true.]
It's okay if it's not okay too, you know.
[It's not so much an attempt at pushing as an attempt at acknowledgment. As much as she tries to convince herself she doesn't care about her dad or his shitty family, a part of her still does. And maybe he doesn't really want to talk about it—she wouldn't blame him—but she wants him to know he has the option, even if it's not now.]