[ She gets why he's saying this, and it hurts, or maybe it makes her want to go to him, end this stupid disagreement or whatever it is. Pyrrha feels like she did on her first day back in the colony, untethered and insubstantial, longing to wrap her arms around him and lean her forehead against his back. The impulse gets the better of her and she does exactly that. He'll notice her breath skirting between his shoulder blades, warm tears dampening his hoodie - again, for what seems like the millionth time. Enough times to grow tired and frustrated with it: sick of crying, sick of being afraid, sick of being there just to kiss him goodbye.
It's little wonder he's so unimpressed with her right now. Pyrrha hasn't been a fan of herself for weeks.
Regardless, she holds tight, making him bear some of her weight as her shoulders shake, just barely holding a sob. ]
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It's little wonder he's so unimpressed with her right now. Pyrrha hasn't been a fan of herself for weeks.
Regardless, she holds tight, making him bear some of her weight as her shoulders shake, just barely holding a sob. ]