[ He has no real plan. The plan is to weather it out, the same plan he had when he was four or six and now he's sixteen and he never had to think about of better way than what has already worked: let her vent, apologize, try to fix things, let her tire herself out, be more careful next time, be smarter next time, be quieter, be better--
Something else crashes to the floor- hard on hard wood, a chair, a lamp, something more fragile shattering. Yells that aren't even words, just screeches full of anger.
And then there's water that starts seeping out from underneath the door, still warm, tinged red but just barely. ]
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Something else crashes to the floor- hard on hard wood, a chair, a lamp, something more fragile shattering. Yells that aren't even words, just screeches full of anger.
And then there's water that starts seeping out from underneath the door, still warm, tinged red but just barely. ]