...and never brought to mind
Dairine had gone back to the bedroom to go to bed. At least that was the theory. Since she'd had so much Coke at the New Year's Eve party that her skin feels vaguely tingly, and after midnight she's a bit too keyed up to sleep. Her brain's moving too fast, and she's running absently through some equations with Spot, lying on her side on the bed, typing one-handed.
All this did not make it easier to ignore the fact that Nita's been curled up moping--or crying, Dairine can't really tell--since she got back, and when she hears a sniffle around two in the morning she gives up trying to give her sister any privacy.
"Neets? You okay?"
All this did not make it easier to ignore the fact that Nita's been curled up moping--or crying, Dairine can't really tell--since she got back, and when she hears a sniffle around two in the morning she gives up trying to give her sister any privacy.
"Neets? You okay?"