[Is there really more that can be expected at this point?
Is there anything left to say?
Fukawa's about ready for a drink herself. She's never had one, though she's old enough now to try. What was the limit around here? Would they take pity on her if she said she'd wasted the afternoon counseling a girl from a book she half-remembered?]
Whatever. Do what you want. I guess it's no business of mine how you deal with this stuff.
[She could tell her she's sorry. For doubting her, for railing on her so hard, for being useless in spite of it all.
Fukawa tucks the phone away instead. She'd rather not think about it.
no subject
Is there anything left to say?
Fukawa's about ready for a drink herself. She's never had one, though she's old enough now to try. What was the limit around here? Would they take pity on her if she said she'd wasted the afternoon counseling a girl from a book she half-remembered?]
Whatever. Do what you want. I guess it's no business of mine how you deal with this stuff.
[She could tell her she's sorry. For doubting her, for railing on her so hard, for being useless in spite of it all.
Fukawa tucks the phone away instead. She'd rather not think about it.
She could do with some fresh air.]