Cassie had seen her mother in a great many moods, good though she may be at hiding them. Stern and frustrated, mostly. Happy, occasionally, in her most cherished moments. But never vulnerable like this. She's looking at this gun the way a starving man looks at a five-course meal.
Christ. And to think five minutes ago, she was coming out of PT. Now she's talking to her mother as she faces down one of the darkest moments of her life, across twenty years and one ugly divorce worth of distance. Cassie has slightly less than no idea how to react to this.
A gentle smile and a glib remark seems to work in most situations. Why not go with that?
"Well, there's a way to fix that. They hand out ammunition here?"
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Cassie had seen her mother in a great many moods, good though she may be at hiding them. Stern and frustrated, mostly. Happy, occasionally, in her most cherished moments. But never vulnerable like this. She's looking at this gun the way a starving man looks at a five-course meal.
Christ. And to think five minutes ago, she was coming out of PT. Now she's talking to her mother as she faces down one of the darkest moments of her life, across twenty years and one ugly divorce worth of distance. Cassie has slightly less than no idea how to react to this.
A gentle smile and a glib remark seems to work in most situations. Why not go with that?
"Well, there's a way to fix that. They hand out ammunition here?"
Maybe getting her back in the saddle would help?