maybe i am. ( exhaling slightly through her nose, a meagre attempt of a laugh. ) talk to me when you guys have stopped having your weird fucked-up parties.
( guilt washes over her, and she immediately feels awful for being so harsh. after all, this was jeff’s fault — not jackie’s. )
yeah. yeah— here, hold on to me.
( she wraps her arm around the other’s waist, leaning her weight on herself. a soft smile is offered —
(a shaking hand reaches out to grasp the fabric of shauna's top before she can get too far, hazel eyes shining in the sunlight.)
shaun, (she breathes, embarrassed to look this haggard and embarrassed to need so much help.) can ——— can you help me? I'm sorry, I just ——— i can't —
don’t say that.
( rushing to jackie’s side, a hand placed on the small of her back. worry flashed over her eyes, but she masked it with annoyance, taking the bucket from her. )
just … go sit down or something. i’ll handle it.
(out of breath, hunched over in front of @illuniscanis, the water bucket at her side. really, she ought to not be doing any heavy lifting right now, what with the state of her baby bump and all, but chores are chores.)
shaun. . . i think i'm fucking dying.