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Cat couldn’t help but smile at that. “Understood,” she said solemnly, though fighting a laugh.
Her laughter quickly dissipated, though, at Marina’s next words. Manipulative. She wasn’t sure if Marina meant that, or if it was another joke, or if she maybe sort of meant it but it was a stronger word than she actually felt. Either way, Cat didn’t want to be manipulative. She wanted to be supportive.
She wanted to laugh again at academically formatted emotional cornering, but held it back.
Cat took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Marina’s confession was… big. Big in a way that Cat felt completely in over her head. How was she, another thirteen-year-old girl in a similar boat, supposed to help Marina when her old set didn’t fit properly?
Okay, okay. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. But she wanted to.
She took another deep breath, setting her mug down so that she could hug her knees again. This out-of-depth feeling made her want an armchair and a heavy book in her lap. Instead, she focused her vision on her friend’s fingers visibly tightening around her own mug.
“I think…” she started, frowned, then tried again. “I mean, I don’t know what you’re going through.” She refrained from a pointed look because a certain someone was not saying certain things that would possibly help her know what a certain someone was going through… “But, like… I think there’s a lot of not-fitting happening. Dad says that it happens to teenagers.” Not in those words, but Cat felt that the sentiment was the same.
She reached out, placing her fingertips on her friend’s knee for the briefest moment before taking it back. “I don’t know. I’m just saying that maybe it’s okay that normal you isn’t fitting? Maybe you’re supposed to be… a different fit.” The analogy was getting lost and Cat truthfully didn’t really know to what she was referring anymore.
But she wasn’t quite done. “I mean, maybe the old you just has to fit different now.”
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