Rebecca Cotes (silvestrisy) wrote in willowbrookrpg, |
Becca was not sold on any of Sam's answers, that much was clear with the way she was looking at her. But she couldn't fight her on it. She was older and obviously not in any harm now. "Are you going to report it?" She asked, though she already knew the answer to it. She couldn't when she'd have to tell about Kyle. "You could just say you were there. You don't have to say you were meeting anyone." She tried to suggest, thinking of ways Sam could have her attacker apprehended by the Centurions. "With the way you look ─ if Kyle hadn't been there ─ you have to be more careful." She needed her sister, after all.
Crossing her arms, Becca paced a small spot on the floor, trying to think of what she could do. "I know you say you're fine. But you look like hell. You don't need to be drinking." What would that do to any internal injuries she might be healing from? "Are you at least taking any pain medicine?" She was right back into fussing mode.
Finally sighing, she managed to settle into the chair next to the couch, fingers tugging into brown curls. "I'm sorry that I was wasting your time with my stupid drama." Because that seemed like the last thing Sam needed to hear when she had gotten her ass handed to her.