"It's worse when you stop noticing that it's effecting you, and you just get sucked into it...I think it starts to eat away at you...like leeches or, or gnats. I sometimes wonder if I've died and ended up in a particularly subtle and insidious plane of Hades. "
He stilled her hand by pinning it with his. "Any other analogies you'd like to pile on there?"
She laughed softly into his shoulder. "I think that should cover it."
"Small mercies."
She glanced up at him with a small smile. "Do you want me to be quiet and leave you alone?"
"No...but what's the use of complaining about it if the thing can't be changed."
She shrugged. "Everyone needs to express themselves sometimes...their frustrations. It makes it easier to bare."
"I don't."
"Of course you do. You fume. And it comes out in ot
