[She wasn't sleeping, even though it's late. She's been worried because he's been gone, and she hadn't known whether she should find him or wait for him to come to her, because he's probably off trying to drink himself to death and she didn't want to have an argument about that after... everything.
The bruises are gone, at least, and that's a small blessing, but she still feels battered, and she doesn't know what to do. Things had felt bad enough before that... thing with the other Barge had happened, and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to help, how to force him to get help even though he clearly needed it, and it's more that thought and the desperate helplessness that comes along with it that's prevented her from going looking for him.
So when she hears the door open and someone come inside, she knows who it is before he calls out. She's already up and out of bed by the time he does, wrapping her robe around herself before stepping out of the bedroom, trying to figure out what she's going to say.
... But considering what she's noticing with her first look at him, there really seems like there's only one thing to say.]
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The bruises are gone, at least, and that's a small blessing, but she still feels battered, and she doesn't know what to do. Things had felt bad enough before that... thing with the other Barge had happened, and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to help, how to force him to get help even though he clearly needed it, and it's more that thought and the desperate helplessness that comes along with it that's prevented her from going looking for him.
So when she hears the door open and someone come inside, she knows who it is before he calls out. She's already up and out of bed by the time he does, wrapping her robe around herself before stepping out of the bedroom, trying to figure out what she's going to say.
... But considering what she's noticing with her first look at him, there really seems like there's only one thing to say.]
You look terrible.