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Originally Posted by
kayquilz 
Victoria was enjoying quietly sniffling and OPENLY SOBBING when her throat felt all fuihefiuhrgihigth in between the sniffling when she suddenly felt a tap and a VOICE.
SOMEONE WAS SEEING HER CRY. Victoria suuuucked in from her nose and wiped it on her sleeve as she hurriedly wiped her eyes. "I'm FINE!" she said LOUDLY as she put her hands on her hips ,but as she eyed the free compartment and then glanced back at him - then to the compartment, then back at him - she burst into tears again and fled into the compartment.
She didn't bother shutting the compartment door, though. Because what did it matter? That boy had already seen her crying ;__;
how utterly embarrassing to be the first year who cried on the train
Evan was reaching into the bag over his shoulder he carried for supplies and his lighter reading, believing he might still have some tissues for the girl if she needed but.. well she seemed to have taken care of that with her sleeve. Which he would... just remember to stay away from that arm.
Although as she yelled she was fine, which... he hadn't asked since it seemed she clearly wasn't, and honestly he didn't even think it was that unusual to cry on the train.
He'd cried a bit in the loo before boarding.
"No one said you weren't." She seemed on the verge of pulling it together too so he was going to move on.
But then she was a mess again and fleeing into the compartment. So he paused again, before following quietly and perching right inside the door on the train, pulling out the previously abandoned tissues and offering them.
"Here. These might work better than your sleeve."
Or maybe they wouldn't. Since trash and all.