[right][h2][color=8882be]Sirpa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Stanifly][@JJ Doe][@Blademusica76][/right]

[color=8882be]Sirpa stilled as Jay made a face as if they were about to cry. It was like that was a cue that activated a sleeper agent in her. Not that she wasn't practicing active listening already, but seeing someone cry--or about to cry--automatically put her in her caretaker shoes. But here, she didn't have to be in charge. Sirpa looked over at the creature. It was obviously the one in charge here. What would it do?

But Jay spoke again. They seemed ready to talk, to get into the meat of it.[/color] [b]“The people I had a falling out with—-it came down to actions not matching their words. And that gap just... eroded everything. I kept trying to trust them. Kept giving them the benefit of the doubt. Didn’t matter.”[/b]

[color=8882be]Sirpa frowned. That was familiar, too. She fidgeted in her seat for a moment, masking the movement as getting more comfortable. Soon, Jay was asking to share more of their story. Sirpa nodded as they looked her way. Another person arrived, and Sirpa was happy to not be the one in the spotlight right now.[/color]