(no subject)
If there was anything Rahne was good at, it was rolling with whatever was thrown at her. This situation was unexpected, to be sure, and completely unlike anything she'd had to deal with before, but she was determined nevertheless not to let the breakup - and Lord, it sounded juvenile to describe it as such - throw her off too much. There was just no need. Whatever George seemed to think of the matter, as far as she could see, it was purely logical. She was thinking of herself, yes, and how awkward it would be as the outsider in the picture, the piece that didn't fit, but also of George and Nina and their baby, and as such, she couldn't bring herself to regret anything, or feel bad about what she'd done.
That didn't make her happy about it, though. Her default state was never perky, as a rule, but she supposed that she was allowed to be surly for a while. She may have done the actual leaving, but it wasn't as if she had grown bored or trapped or anything of the sort. It was just the way things had to be; she didn't like it, but that was life, wasn't it?
It did, however, give her a hell of a lot less to do with her time. At present, she was leaning over a washing machine, having brought a load of clothes back from where she'd been crashing at Wolverine's to clean. The shirt she pulled out, though, once white, was now a soft shade of pink, and she groaned as she held it up. "Saints above."
That didn't make her happy about it, though. Her default state was never perky, as a rule, but she supposed that she was allowed to be surly for a while. She may have done the actual leaving, but it wasn't as if she had grown bored or trapped or anything of the sort. It was just the way things had to be; she didn't like it, but that was life, wasn't it?
It did, however, give her a hell of a lot less to do with her time. At present, she was leaning over a washing machine, having brought a load of clothes back from where she'd been crashing at Wolverine's to clean. The shirt she pulled out, though, once white, was now a soft shade of pink, and she groaned as she held it up. "Saints above."