Crabb's voice comes out a high-pitched squeak that is not at all a common sound from her mouth: "What?!
Her face goes a shade that Ducky has only come close to seeing when Crabb's been flushed from the cold, and it's darker even than that. She's— this woman is— but she can't— and Ducky—?
Her gaze flicks back to Ducky, not expecting to find her eye-line right now but unable to help the instinct to look. Redeem herself, she said? Really? She didn't think she cared about her opinion that much and—
And since when did she, Crabb, actually care if she cares and—
And how can any of this make sense when she's been seeing Tom—?
Crabb buries her face in her hands all at once. "Jeezus Christ...."
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Crabb's voice comes out a high-pitched squeak that is not at all a common sound from her mouth: "What?!
Her face goes a shade that Ducky has only come close to seeing when Crabb's been flushed from the cold, and it's darker even than that. She's— this woman is— but she can't— and Ducky—?
Her gaze flicks back to Ducky, not expecting to find her eye-line right now but unable to help the instinct to look. Redeem herself, she said? Really? She didn't think she cared about her opinion that much and—
And since when did she, Crabb, actually care if she cares and—
And how can any of this make sense when she's been seeing Tom—?
Crabb buries her face in her hands all at once. "Jeezus Christ...."