[She's still mad over the fact that at a moment where she wears her heart on her sleeve, it's not received as one would expect it to be. So mad that her lips are pursed and her hands are suddenly in her pockets as she looks away and to the ground.
But when he puts it into perspective, she repeats it to herself in her head. It shouldn't. Most people wouldn't go running back to an addict who overdosed. Most people came running back when they were clean. It should be something admirable, not deplorable.
Lisbeth runs her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip.]
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But when he puts it into perspective, she repeats it to herself in her head. It shouldn't. Most people wouldn't go running back to an addict who overdosed. Most people came running back when they were clean. It should be something admirable, not deplorable.
Lisbeth runs her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip.]
What happens now?