[Please just kill her end her right now. Lup blushes and Lucretia sinks her face into her hands, not thinking many words other than screams right now. This is the worst thing to ever happen to her. She finally gets Lup back and she's going to ruin everything by being this-- this fucking way, this obtrusive butting in of something she should be well past by now. Lup has Barry. And just because he's not here doesn't mean she can just-- do this, now. It's too late. She needs to just get that and not... and not...

She walks away from the easel, from the supplies, and sits down next to Lup, putting her hand over where the other woman's is out in the grass.]

Yes. I suppose it is.

[She should say something, but she can't think of a single word. Maybe that's a blessing. She also feels impossibly sick.]

I'm... I'm sorry. Today's been messy. It's been a long time since I haven't been able to edit what I say.