[She doesn't thank him -- she only nods. Maybe someday she'll thank him for telling her, but not while the wounds are still so fresh.]
[She turns in her seat and stands, keeping her gaze away from Peony. Her hair is a mess and her face is still red from crying... she knows she can't go back to the apartment now. But she also can't stay here anymore.]
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[She turns in her seat and stands, keeping her gaze away from Peony. Her hair is a mess and her face is still red from crying... she knows she can't go back to the apartment now. But she also can't stay here anymore.]
...is that everything you needed to tell me?