"I’M NOT MAD AT YOU, DUMBASS," Rose screams in Steph’s face. To Steph’s credit, she doesn’t budge an inch, so Rose turns and stalks up and down in the hallway. "Fucking son of a shitpile. I can’t believe I didn’t realize. I can’t believe I was so STUPID…"
Steph gapes silently as Rose fumes, not knowing what to do when the anger she’d been preparing to face doesn’t appear. She settles for a muttered “I’m not dumb” under her breath and furrows her brow petulantly. However, it occurs to her that calming Rose down is the priority here, and in truth she feels bad for the other girl. Not in a pitying way, more in a my-dad-is-a-big-bag-of-tiny-dicks-too-and-I-get-where-you’re-coming-from way. Steph jogs to catch up with Rose in her pacing, matching her strides. “You going to be okay, or should I let you hit me? Hitting helps,” she offers half-jokingly.