[ She raises her head with a begrudging huff, though she immediately leans into his hand without thinking. There's something in her eyes that is distinctly tired. Not sated, not contented, not even sleepy. It's a much deeper exhaustion, edged with an unending headache.
And it's also pretty clear that she's not exactly happy about it, either. Julie is used to handling her own problems, and to have something that she seemingly can't change or fix, something that's hurting her, makes her feel small and weak. Defenseless.
For the obvious reasons, that doesn't sit particularly well with her.
Behind her, wine is being poured, the bottle floating in midair. This is even less reprieve from the pain than she usually gets from sex, so the other other thing she can do is drink. ]
I'm okay. [ She is still forever stubborn. Hiding the wound like an animal. ] Just a headache.
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And it's also pretty clear that she's not exactly happy about it, either. Julie is used to handling her own problems, and to have something that she seemingly can't change or fix, something that's hurting her, makes her feel small and weak. Defenseless.
For the obvious reasons, that doesn't sit particularly well with her.
Behind her, wine is being poured, the bottle floating in midair. This is even less reprieve from the pain than she usually gets from sex, so the other other thing she can do is drink. ]
I'm okay. [ She is still forever stubborn. Hiding the wound like an animal. ] Just a headache.