[ It feels stupid, the wave of emotion that hits Chyler at those words. A stranger telling her to eat.
(It's not the order, it's not the order at all. It's hearing Soldier. It's alright.)
She looks down at the plate, trying to get herself under control enough to actually follow through on the permission she's been granted. That would be just what she needs, to choke herself because her throat has decided to close up.
Instead of eating, she says: ] You're in the service?
no subject
(It's not the order, it's not the order at all. It's hearing Soldier. It's alright.)
She looks down at the plate, trying to get herself under control enough to actually follow through on the permission she's been granted. That would be just what she needs, to choke herself because her throat has decided to close up.
Instead of eating, she says: ] You're in the service?