Yeah...[ Mabel rubs her arm a little, looking away. She's trying so hard not to think about it, about what he looked like and what Henry did, but it's not something she can just force from her thoughts. It's just there. There and making her stomach feel queasy.
She frowns, her hands balling up at her sides. She's not really mad at him, not yet. For all she knows some monster who lost control (like she almost did) attacked him, but... ]
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She frowns, her hands balling up at her sides. She's not really mad at him, not yet. For all she knows some monster who lost control (like she almost did) attacked him, but... ]
What the heck even happened?