[She knows that he's set his tools down but she keeps fiddling for a few seconds to avoid his gaze. Unfortunately, her mind makes quick work of all of the bits and bobs in front of her so eventually, she's forced to look at him. He looks tired too, she thinks. Just not as bad as she does.
She runs a hand through her hair and settles on her forehead, like she's checking herself for a fever.]
I can't stop thinking. It's like someone opened my head up and shoved a beehive in there and it's just nothing but buzzing and moving and stinging. Which is probably why you shouldn't eat bees.
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[She knows that he's set his tools down but she keeps fiddling for a few seconds to avoid his gaze. Unfortunately, her mind makes quick work of all of the bits and bobs in front of her so eventually, she's forced to look at him. He looks tired too, she thinks. Just not as bad as she does.
She runs a hand through her hair and settles on her forehead, like she's checking herself for a fever.]
I can't stop thinking. It's like someone opened my head up and shoved a beehive in there and it's just nothing but buzzing and moving and stinging. Which is probably why you shouldn't eat bees.