Dinah had gone to shower after the Great Veggie Invasion, getting pepper and carrot and tomato juice off herself before she felt like a soup. She wandered in, still drying her hair. "Hey, Roomie. How's your week been going?"
Dinah's eyes filled with tears too. Peter. Oh, God, Sam. And Claire, right here... "I'm sorry," she whispered, tightening her arms around her roommate, rocking her a little. "So, so, so sorry."
"You told him," Dinah said in response. "He knew the dangers. What else could you do? Seriously. What?" She smoothed Claire's hair again, heartsick. "Both of them. God. I'm so sorry."
Dinah sighed, squeezing her tighter, and asked, "Is there anything I can do? To help right now?" She had no idea what that would be, but. "Call someone, get you something...."
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Because, yes, the whole thing was Claire's fault. Obviously.
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She took a moment to get her bearings. "Sorry, I got your shirt all wet."
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