Emilia may not have consciously noticed her sister moving closer to her, but she did on another level and she drew comfort from it. She had never been the child who cried to her sisters when something went wrong, nor the sort of woman to, truly because she always had Nysa and that was her homebase. Take that away from her... Desi was comforting. Had Emilia been all the way there then she might have felt bad for all the times she tattled on her to their father. But had she been all there then she might have noticed Desi being uncomfortable with the subject of her meds, or caught a thought about it. She did not.
Lauren. Tears had sprung to her eyes and without thinking, she rolled off the crouch and knee-walked to her purse, digging through it until she found her phone. The brunette settled back onto her butt she scrolled until she got to the right string of texts. "She's rubbing it in my face." One tear escaped, leaving a glistening trail down her cheek. "That Nysa took back their break-up - she's done that - and she showed me... Nysa said..." She doesn't love me. Emilia tossed the phone to Desi, her aim still amazing depite the medication thanks to years of sports training. "All of that. I don't..." The coffee table was starting to shake as Emilia folded in on herself, arms wrapped around her middle, and started to sob.