"If you don't fuck it up, I probably will," she noted like that was some sort of a comfort. He wasn't the only one who could ruin things. She often did it just by being too strange. Or being too insane. Having those moments when her medication didn't fucking matter - not that it ever did. She peeked up - there she was...
There was a lady standing in front of them, not that Aimon would be able to see her. In the dark, he probably wouldn't even be able to see the crouching black shadow in the lady's place. You're really going to fuck this up. You know you can't be happy. Dorcas scowled at the lady and covered her ears. Squeezing her eyes so tightly shut she was sure her eyelids would turn inside out, she muttered, "Go away go away go away," until the shadow faded.
Dorcas laughed miserably when he told her to relax. "Never get to relax. Never," she said as she turned to face him, shifting to pretty much be half way into his lap, her hands on his chest. Her face was serious, eyes blank, "Why are you so nice to me? What's in it for you? You flirt and then you act like a sibling. I don't get it. Pick one. Pick none." Her eyes seemed to flicker, losing focus, "Pick a gun, a bun, fun, sun, shun." Dorcas forced her mouth shut and started to scoot away, "Sorry..."