"Yeah," Sandy said softly, "a family." And that was what they were. A family. A unit. A team. All those words and more that meant they trusted each other, needed each other. Tried to make each other happy. They'd done a poor job of that recently.
She thought about Cassidy, about their argument and how even though they were all there he felt alone. How he wanted to spend more time with her, and she thought that was okay. Because sometimes she liked to spend time with Cal on his own, and Scotty, and Tammy. And Frankie, too. Sometimes it was nice to just be her and someone else. And that was okay; they didn't always need to be together.
She blushed a little. Compliments weren't something that Sandy was used to at all, they weren't as freely given to her as maybe some others. She just... didn't get complimented. And she was normally okay with that because she didn't really hear others getting complimented around her but acknowledged that there was a part of her that got jealous when Cal or Cas or Scotty saw another girl and thought she was pretty. Not because she wanted them to look at her like that, perhaps, but because she wanted someone to look at her like that. Maybe. She wasn't entirely sure.
But she did want to be treated like a girl. She just... didn't know how to do that. She knew she needed to do something different with herself. Maybe her hair was the first step.
Cassidy's comment, his quip that didn't sound quite as offhand as maybe he meant it to, caught her by surprise. She turned her head to look at him, wide-eyed, then she ducked her head again, scuffed her foot. [I'm not perfect, Dom.] Far from it, in fact.