[ Her body twitches in his grasp as she blinks in confusion. And she thought she was bad about being dramatic. At least she normally has a reason to be that way! What's his excuse? ]

Why would I hate you? None of that was our fault! It was all that stupid painting!

[ How convenient, having such an easy source to blame that clusterfuck on. Now she can completely absolve herself of shame with no worries. As if she hadn't already, but it's good to have his permission on top of it all. ]

Sooo, good! It's agreed! We have a small gap in our memories now!

[ It's almost as good as editing them out. She'll gladly take this real-world alternative. He gets an appreciative pat on his back as something weird stings at her chest. Something like guilt, maybe?

Hmm. Nah. Probably just the realization she'll have to edit out him calling her cute earlier, too. ]

Okay, then! We'll-- [ Hold on. If he hadn't broken the hug first, she'd have done it herself. ] There's no way I can get breakfast looking like this! I'm only wearing your coat thing! And I'm pretty sure I left my shoes back there...

[ They look like a fucking mess, she's trying to say. This attempt to forget what happened is off to an amazing start. Then, just like that, the thought of it makes her abruptly laugh. ]

Jeez. [ She pinches at her dress on him, laughing some more. ] I never thought I'd say someone's blood looks pretty while being covered in it, but...here I am.

[ Hmmmm. ]