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[Everyone has their good days and bad days. Today, for some reason--attributed likely to waking up on the wrong side of the bed (or as a result of chronically bottling things at her own expense), Sadie hasn't been feeling so great. She's not really the moping type, but she's definitely not above it.

She thought walking in the park would be a good pick-me-up--and it was, at first. But as she walked, she noticed the rolling, darkening clouds, and before she knew it, the sun was gone completely. Feeling like maybe she should just go home, the sky suddenly had opened up and just began to absolutely dump in an aggressive Summer downpour.

So here she is, her water-darkened curly hair slowly regaining its fluffy volume drips at a time, at the top of a playground gazebo (having apathetically gone up the ladder, surrendering to her fate with a flat expression), her arms around her knees as she just sort of vaguely gazes at the rain. It's soothing, but it does nothing for her mood, really. And the rainfall is so torrential that Sadie can barely see the park around her, which just... makes her feel lonelier, she guesses.

She's not letting herself believe that this is about Lars, but she knows what it's about.

She just doesn't have anyone she could take this to.]

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[Sadie doesn't expect such an explosive reaction from Lars, though to his credit, he was already justifiably pretty cranky when he came into the little play gazebo. But still, she looks pretty surprised from his outburst, and her stomach drops and twists; she feels guilty for projecting, but also mortified that Lars successfully turned it back around on her.

Her surprise dissipates to make way for a more sour, withering expression, her brows knit and her frown curt, high and tight. She looks away from Lars, scowling at the rain. It's tempting to just not say anything at all, but she can't help her temper—she shoots back a pretty terse reply, almost daring Lars to piss her off more.]

What about me?

[Uh oh. This is how it always went. Now Lars was gonna have to actually explain his outburst, and of course it was going to be horribly embarrassing. His face dissipates into something less outwardly exasperated, and a little redness of guilt and shame flushes his cheeks.

Not because he actually feels bad about what he said, or anything. The idea of now having to explain to Sadie that the reason why he's getting so mad is because he actually misses her company when she does this and is too prideful to actually try to talk to her when she avoids him, ugh. The worst.]

Well...! You... I mean..

[Of course, her tone catches him off guard too, which makes it even harder to form his words in a way that won't make him seem the vulnerable one.]

[Sadie snaps her gaze back at Lars, her arms still folded over her knees as she fixes him with a stern glare.]

I what?

[Lars hated this. He didn't actually want to fight with Sadie like this. He didn't want her to be upset.

He has to seriously fight the urge to just give up and run from the confrontation, like he usually wound up doing. It was so much easier than actually TELLING people how he felt. And if it was anyone else, he probably would have just said whatever! it doesnt matter anyway! and pissed off.

But this is Sadie, and for some reason, with her, everything seems to change. Why? What the hell is going on...?

Sadie probably expects him to yell and tantrum some more, but instead Lars actually deflates a bit and looks down, his brows twisting together in a hurt, frustrated expression behind his hair - he doesn't want her to see it, of course.]

Why.. why are you talking to me now..

...like nothing is goin' on? You always pretend like nothin is wrong and everything is just a-okay, when its not!

[Lars' cheeks redden further and pockets of tears well up at the corners of his eyes, his voice rising in volume again, and embarassingly, pitch as well.]

[Oh no. Sadie immediately feels guilt for losing her temper, but in her defense, she merely hadn't reacted well to Lars starting it!! SHEESH

But she can't just. Keep yelling at him if he's already getting upset. The tears aren't that easy to make out with how his face is already so wet, but they're noticeable all the same. Still, her temper is so hard to quell, regardless of how she pities Lars's pain.]

I'm not pretending anything's okay, Lars! Maybe I just—maybe I don't know what to do! You don't make this kinda stuff easy, you know! I can't read your mind, and I'm just trying to take care of myself!

I... don't know what you want, or what the right thing to do is.

[Theeere it goes. Her temper is sizzling, quelled by her mounting guilt.]

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