[ she's seated on the couch, distractedly reading over an email from tomassen on the ipad she's borrowed from kaz, her feet in his lap. the email is fairly straight forward, just telling her that she will be fine. but at kaz's question, inej's eyes dart upward, her brow furrowing as she frowns to herself. ]
Yes.
[ as she locks the device, setting the tablet in her lap. she knows that it's a necessary part of the process. telling her story, getting it all down on the record. but a piece of her (an embarrassingly large piece) is still scared. nervous, that people will think differently of her. particularly the boy she's half-lounging on. ]
no subject
Yes.
[ as she locks the device, setting the tablet in her lap. she knows that it's a necessary part of the process. telling her story, getting it all down on the record. but a piece of her (an embarrassingly large piece) is still scared. nervous, that people will think differently of her. particularly the boy she's half-lounging on. ]
It is a practice. So it will only be Tomassen.