Rose didn't quite understand how important this was to Sophie. In her world, the five-in-one were older. She didn't know them as well and they hadn't been as closely knit. That they'd never argued before wasn't something that even crossed Rose's mind. That it was hard for them to be individual was weird, as well. Rose had always had a bit of a loner's streak, which she assumed she'd gotten from her father.
"If you're going to be sick, don't be in my room." Sophie looked pale. "You shouldn't like what she did," she added quickly. "It was wrong. And she knows damn well that it was wrong." Though she didn't say it, it was clear that Rose thought Esme was a slut.
"What do you want?" Rose's voice was lower, her tone missing some of the bite.