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[not_one_drop]

Mal's spent time in her room already, very determinedly not crying, but there's a point when she just can't do it alone anymore. So she wanders down the hall, before stopping at a familiar door.

Hesitates, then knocks.

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[rigthegames]

There’s a pause.

And then a longer pause.

Eventually, the door opens a crack, an eye peeks through at her.

“Whatever it is you want, no,” Sands says, and the door snaps shuts again.

[not_one_drop]

Oh.

Oh.

...oh.

And that's just the final straw. So Mal sinks down, back to the door, puts her head in her hands, and cries.

[rigthegames]

Her tears are met with silence.

And then the soft fwoomph of a pillow being thrown at the door.

[not_one_drop]

Whatever.

It's almost-quiet crying, little hiccups and soft sobs and she really can't stop.