[ Oh... um......... Um. Uh. She fumbles and belatedly transitions to their private inboxes to reply. Even her give-no-fucks public nature has its limit on tolerance. ]
I don't have friends. You know that. [ Wait, does he know that? Ugh, she can't keep this straight. Catherine tries to recover, but she's still totally wrong-footed. To her, there's nothing about the coincidence of meeting Simon, of him being the only sapient thing around, that enters into it or minimizes what he'd done for her. He probably didn't appreciate it, but she'd depended on him completely, wholly, and he'd come through in every way.
He got emotional, he blamed her, sure. Catherine gets incredibly frustrated with him sometimes. But he never gave up on her... Not until the end. And she'll never know what he'd have thought after he calmed down. ]
We're not the only two people anymore. You don't have to be friends with me.
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I don't have friends. You know that. [ Wait, does he know that? Ugh, she can't keep this straight. Catherine tries to recover, but she's still totally wrong-footed. To her, there's nothing about the coincidence of meeting Simon, of him being the only sapient thing around, that enters into it or minimizes what he'd done for her. He probably didn't appreciate it, but she'd depended on him completely, wholly, and he'd come through in every way.
He got emotional, he blamed her, sure. Catherine gets incredibly frustrated with him sometimes. But he never gave up on her... Not until the end. And she'll never know what he'd have thought after he calmed down. ]
We're not the only two people anymore. You don't have to be friends with me.