Lottie leaned to the side, resting her forehead against his shoulder, and before she knew it, she said it again. “Sorry.”
Then she winced. “I mean I’m sorry for saying I’m sorry and I’m sorry for saying it again. I don’t mean to be so overly apologetic, it’s just that this is really not how I imagined things going this morning.” Not that she was going to go into any details about that. Now was not the time. “And I feel bad. This wasn’t fair to Nem, or you.”
With a little sigh, she straightened, attempting to pull herself back together. Why was it everything she touched fell apart lately? She frowned a little at that thought, because logically she knew that wasn’t exactly true. Why was she suddenly feeling worse than she had earlier? She’d had some things go wrong, but not everything.
It was uncomfortable. This feeling that she was just slime on the floor, when she sort of knew she shouldn’t feel that way. Not really. Her siblings were strong enough that they weren’t going to be crushed by her stupid actions. They’d bounce back. She’d bounce back. What was wrong with her that she was so miserable? She needed to shake this off.
Maybe breakfast would help. Maybe this was just a really weird hangover or something. Lottie was willing to go with that idea, mostly because it had a fairly easy solution. And hopefully a quick one.
“Nem has to have something else around here for you to wear,” she muttered softly. “Maybe not jeans and a t-shirt or anything, but something besides that at least.”
Attempting a smile that came out somewhat lopsided, she finally actually looked at Deimos. “Can’t go mining for parts wearing that. The sleeves would get in the way.”