“it’s fine,” johanna watched the shards of glass fall into the trashbin. she wiped her hands on her pants as she walked over to you crawled up on the couch, muttering apologies. it was fine. it really was, she wanted you to eat, get up, do something after days of complete inactivity and she pushed too far.

“hey—“ she crouched down in front of you, pushing your hair out of your face and wiping the tears from your cheek. “what’d i say about apologizing? it’s useless. you did nothing wrong.” she knew she sounded like a broken record, but she couldn’t care.

she’d nag the fuck out of you until you stopped apologizing for what you couldn’t control. slapping the bowl out her hand included, in her book. that was your effect on her. she’d take whatever you came with it it meant keeping you. besides you were both messed up. what about it? “just remind me to never make that again.” she smiled as you gave her something of a smile. there you are.