[The impulse is to wordlessly stomp off like she so often did in the old days, back before she knew the truth behind his suffocating protectiveness and thought they were just a stuffy father and rapidly-maturing daughter who butted heads like bighorn sheep.]
[But she's not going to. At least not without first looking over her shoulder and telling him:]
I know.
[And then she'll leave.]
[Because fuck it, no matter how upset with him (and herself, and the situation in general) she is right now, she still has him back after having lost him forever. And she's grateful for that no matter what he does.]
[Action]
[But she's not going to. At least not without first looking over her shoulder and telling him:]
I know.
[And then she'll leave.]
[Because fuck it, no matter how upset with him (and herself, and the situation in general) she is right now, she still has him back after having lost him forever. And she's grateful for that no matter what he does.]