“what’s with that?”
“putting time limits on your moods. it’s sort of charming.”
“oh. it’s just a little…self-imposed therapeutic tool.”
“see,” sam says, wandering into the kitchen and slinging an arm around alice, “our girl here’s a bit of a closet emoter.”
“oh,” maria laughs. then, lowering her voice to a whisper, “i didn’t know it was a secret.”
sam and maria share a laugh, and alice groans, feeling an unexpected wave of jealousy wash over her. she ducks from under sam’s arm and heads into the living room.
“so, what happened?” he asks.
alice just sighs and shakes her head.
“we ran into jess?” maria says tentatively.
“oh, jesus.” sam says, slumping down into a chair.