*because she didn't feel crappy enough before, with her memories and her jealousy and ugly, sneaky little notions like he couldn't love you more than he loved me* *her gaze falling to some form or other on her desk* It's all right. Really. I don't mind.
decaf
Oh, please, there'd be an entire House at my door with pitchforks. *looks at you again, taking in the shadows under your eyes, and she can't help but be genuinely concerned* Look, Erestor, if you need help with some stuff, I can start forwarding the non-essentials to Toby. I know you're busy with school right now, too.