[Oh God, he must have seen, is the very first thought to race through Daneca's mind. She slams the brakes on though before her mind can start racing with a million and one what-ifs, gripping her jeans a little tighter in her hands as she mutely shakes her head for a moment. Daneca's too afraid to speak right away, worried that her voice will come out as a squeak or worse.]
[She swallows hard and forces her voice to stay even.]
no subject
[She swallows hard and forces her voice to stay even.]
It's the common room, it's okay.