...right.

Right. Course.

I— sorry, just. Give me a second. I'll... I'm gonna go get that damn water.

[ She doesn't want to turn this into another actual argument and maybe her head is starting to hurt. She leaves her device on the bed and goes to the kitchen, where she chugs a whole glass of water and then fill it again to take back. She's going to take a full minute to just... breathe, standing there leaning back against one of the counters, and resisting the urge to hit something.

Her knee aches with phantom pain she knows isn't real. It took months for her to get to where she is now, she knows this shit is a process, that it may take time with North too, but fuck, man. It doesn't make it any less frustrating to not feel like she's being heard. ]