( She feels extremely small and extremely stupid, seems to folds in on herself a little, the hood of the jumper becoming some kind of protective canopy as she grips the fabric between her fingers. )
Sorry.
( Really there's nothing else she can think to say. She feels stupid and selfish and embarrassed, cheeks burning hot and emotions she can't label twisting her gut, pushing herself up to a sitting position and trying to figure out if she is meant to leave, if she's causes some irrevocable offense, or if she can stay. Her skin feels hot and uncomfortable, and her eyes are stinging. )
cw: really unhappy sex things
Sorry.
( Really there's nothing else she can think to say. She feels stupid and selfish and embarrassed, cheeks burning hot and emotions she can't label twisting her gut, pushing herself up to a sitting position and trying to figure out if she is meant to leave, if she's causes some irrevocable offense, or if she can stay. Her skin feels hot and uncomfortable, and her eyes are stinging. )