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[alderaani_intel]

The door to their room slams closed, and she bypasses the rest of the room immediately and goes to the bathroom, slamming that door closed too, turning the faucet on and leaning against the door, stonily staring at the water flowing.

Her teeth are clenched, and her head falls back against the door with a thunk.

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[twostandingby]

Tycho, sprawled out on the bed, gives a disconcerted stare at the closed bathroom door, biro frozen halfway to the pad of flimsi.

After a moment, he gets up and walks across the room, near-silent in bare feet. He taps lightly on the 'fresher door, hand cautious.

"Winter?"

[alderaani_intel]

His voice is what gets her. She turns the faucet off and opens the door, falling into him, crying, fingers grasping at his shirt.

[twostandingby]

Tycho has no idea what happened, but he grabs her immediately. He guides her face into his neck and he stands there, bewildered, one arm secure around her waist and his other hand stroking her hair.

[alderaani_intel]

"I hate her." Her voice shakes as she clings to him harder. She allows herself to cry into his neck for a moment more before pulling away, pressing fingers under her eyes to wipe tears.