betty’s huddled in a dark corner, arms wrapped around her body as she does her best to fade into the wall of the janitor’s closet. the office floor was busy enough that no one should notice she was missing for a little while and give her plenty of time to slow her breathing. one grainy security camera picture of gordon and she unravelled. she’s shaking and choking back tears, when the door opens.
@torchs said: “i can help— let me help.”
“i just need a moment,” she whimpers, at the sound of johnny’s voice, “i have this under control.”















