Marcie nodded, and let out a slightly shaky sigh. "Okay. We'll do that," she said quietly.
Having a shower was going to calm her down. She wasn't going to cry today, she was so tired of crying and feeling that heartache and not being able to do anything but watch mindless videos and eat ice cream. She needed to go out and get some exercise, and she would do that even if there was milk.
Maybe she would convince Much to go with her to her apartment, and get a change of clothes. She got out of the shower and rubbed herself dry, and dressed in some clothes she'd ordered online- skinny jeans, off-the-shoulder sweater, tank top underneath. At least she felt more like herself putting on clothes with structure in them.
She walked out into the kitchen with a towel still around her head and leaned over to see what Much was doing. "Any sign of the milk?"