[ she didn't expect him to sit with her, but sally's not complaining. it actually makes her feel a little better about this, selfish as that is. like her being here is actually accomplishing something, even if there's a high possibility that it really really isn't.

so when she feels his head on her shoulder she exhales a slow sigh through her nose and lets her head drop down to lean against his. she's not done bitching, don't worry. just give her a second to work up more steam. because if talking about how bullshit dying is happens to be what he's in the mood for, she can definitely deliver. ]

Bet you're real freaking pissed at your dad, right? [ it's hereditary, he mentioned to someone, among some other shit. her voice is a little quieter now that he's right here, but not in a terribly sensitive way. she doesn't wait for an answer. ] Danny tried to exorcise me. Like, 'banish the spirits into the beyond', straight out of shitty B-movies. Because apparently it wasn't bad enough that he up and murdered me in the first place.