[ she has no one to call. no mother, no sister, not even a girl with whom she's friendly. if he goes to her room, robb will kill him, and she will kill both of them. her clothes dry on the edge of the tub, but they could do with another wash.
opening the door, she holds out her wet clothes. ]
[ when she comes out, she lingers awkwardly in the living room. the pant legs had to be rolled up to stop herself stepping on them. she goes to sit on the couch then thinks better of it. she worries her lip. ]
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opening the door, she holds out her wet clothes. ]
What do you have?
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[And then hurries off to get these things in the washing machine.]
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It shouldn't take long. Um... make yourself comfortable. [ somehow. ]
Is there anything you need...?
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…Can I sit?
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His roommates wouldn't care about bloodstains, would they-?]
Go ahead.
[He's going to the kitchen to see if he has. cookies, or something, that'll improve this situation.]
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Allen? When will it stop?