Re: quicklog: Marta / Patrick
Marta looked across the table at Patrick, without the same level of awkwardness as a moment before. "It's... most of the girls don't have anyone other than their dealers and pimps. I didn't... really have much of anyone at that point. Not that I felt like I could point to." Her expression went a little guilty and she dropped her gaze. Even at that point, she and Patrick had talked on the forums. She nodded though, still thinking about the possibility of moving. "I might ask. At a check-in. See if it's possible." She didn't look up yet, but she did let the tiniest smile bloom.
It was easier to focus on him, the fact that he'd died, had a rough night. "Why did you choose it? When it'd pull you in?" Not judging, but curious. His hand looked awful when he held it up, and her brows creased. Softly: "That looks like hell."
She scooted her plate back across the table towards herself, and shook her head with another small smile. "I'm not afraid of your germs." She kept her fingers tight on her fork, the pressure steadying, and ate the sausage that had been gifted. It was as good as she'd expected, and she nodded. "Hangovers will do that to shitty food."