'M fine. [Yeah, obviously not, because Rachel never cuts her words like that. And considering she's been home alone most of the day, only having gone in to rehearsal for an hour, she hasn't spoken to anyone really and her voice is wrecked from crying and disuse. She doesn't expect it to come out the way it does, gritty, and she sits up quickly, scooting away and standing.]
[The blanket she'd curled herself in drops away and it doesn't occur to her that maybe moving away so quickly, the way she slightly hides her face, is more of a clue that something's going on than her actual response to his question. In the kitchen, she splashes her face with some cool water and starts busying herself to avoid conversation, making tea.] Do you want tea?
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[The blanket she'd curled herself in drops away and it doesn't occur to her that maybe moving away so quickly, the way she slightly hides her face, is more of a clue that something's going on than her actual response to his question. In the kitchen, she splashes her face with some cool water and starts busying herself to avoid conversation, making tea.] Do you want tea?