[ She doesn't notice the signs of adrenaline at first. The way her breathing is as labored as if she'd been running. The trembling in her limbs. The way she feels like her heart might try to burst out of her chest. But when he mentions the nightmare, she recognizes it all... including an aching in her hand. ]
I hit you. [ Her hand shakes as she looks at it like it belongs to someone else before she clenches it tight into a fist in her lap. ] Shit. I'm sorry, I didn't— I haven't slept with anyone since I was a child, I didn't know I would—
[ The apology comes out in a rush and she feels terrible, both emotionally and physically. Exhaustion still clings to her but now she has the almost nauseated off-kilter feeling of being woken abruptly from too-little sleep. She wants to be horizontal again to stop the room from tilting but refuses to show just how terrible she feels. It's a habit she hasn't yet learned to shake with him. ]
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I hit you. [ Her hand shakes as she looks at it like it belongs to someone else before she clenches it tight into a fist in her lap. ] Shit. I'm sorry, I didn't— I haven't slept with anyone since I was a child, I didn't know I would—
[ The apology comes out in a rush and she feels terrible, both emotionally and physically. Exhaustion still clings to her but now she has the almost nauseated off-kilter feeling of being woken abruptly from too-little sleep. She wants to be horizontal again to stop the room from tilting but refuses to show just how terrible she feels. It's a habit she hasn't yet learned to shake with him. ]