The air in the room is thick with tension. V is left with a gnawing feeling of agitation and guilt one leg crossed over the other her foot bouncing expression stony and jaw clenched your left with a looming feeling of loss the dread of being left behind its not a big deal. Yes Saturdays are u and hers but its not the end of the world shes so busy so why does it hurt so much? V looks over to you and says “dio’s mio can you stop sulking?” She snaps terse and high strung