ASHTON.
he could see the anger, plain as day, and while ashton understood it, to an extent - he couldn’t help but think she needed to calm the fuck down and start thinking logically. nothing would be solved if people went around spreading panic and misinformation, feeding into people’s fear. “i do, yeah,” he nodded. “people are working on this. it’s not like they’re just sitting around on their asses, hoping for a miracle.” he crossed his arms over his chest. “it might be blind optimism and utterly pointless in the long run, but it’s something.”
coraline exhaled heavily, throwing glances at their surroundings. she hated this; she wanted to grab her best friend and go to her grandmother’s house, to cook a proper meal, be safe. all the fear and frustration simply translated to anger, and there was no other way in her brain. it was default. ‘ sorry, but something isn’t enough. people are scared, and it’ll turn into desperation. soon enough, chaos will ensue and we’re in here with those people. ’ perhaps she was afraid she would turn desperate, ‘ they can handle things differently, but they care more about a cure or whatever, than our sanity. ’



















