This wasn't going well. Of course it wasn't, but it was getting worse by the second. She could see it in Steve's expression, hear it in his voice. She had to do something or this was just going to keep spiraling and--
"Okay," she murmured, turning to carefully make her way out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. Halfway there, though, she paused and glanced over at Steve. "We need to talk, sugar. Please."
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Date: 2017-01-13 05:13 am (UTC)"Okay," she murmured, turning to carefully make her way out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. Halfway there, though, she paused and glanced over at Steve. "We need to talk, sugar. Please."