it’s not until her boyfriend leaves the room, heading off to take a shower while mira and phillip remain there in front of the fireplace that she feels her shoulders relax. her head lulls back onto the couch from where she’s sitting on the floor and she stares at the vaulted ceilings of the cabin for a moment, blowing air from her lips. “on a scale from one to ten, how upset do you think he’s gonna get when i tell him i think he made the wrong call today?” kieran has a notoriously short fuse, which truly was the source of the whole horrible interaction with that crusty, unsettling old man at the gas station. “i’m debating keeping it to myself, but that’s... not communicating and i’m supposed to be getting better at that.” the only person mira tells details about her therapy sessions about is lip, so she knows he’ll remember the conversation she’s referencing. she has a bad habit of holding everything in until it’s time to explode, unleashing every angry thought and annoyance all at once. it’s destroyed her fair share of relationships, but lip has always been the constant in her life, her unwavering best friend.
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