Fuck, I hear you. Can’t remember when I last had time to take an actual hot bath.

[Not enough time for little comforts, especially not lately.

The question takes her by surprise, folding her own arms as she considers.]

I don’t know. Maybe the shitty kind of feeling sorry where they think “oh, well of course you’d cry about it, Siobhan. You don’t have the stomach to play with the big men.” Part of why I fucking hate crying.

[She can only think of a few men who felt like they were giving her genuine sympathy upon seeing her cry. Fuck, that’s depressing.]