“well… the last time i checked, you’re not my damn parent. stop worrying about me, i’m fine.” winter said, which was followed by an annoyed sigh. of course she wasn’t fine, she just lost someone so close to her. but acting tough was her specialty and she hated pity. “i don’t need to stay at your place, okay? i’m fine on my own. besides, why are you all super nice after someone dies? why don’t people call to ask how my day was without any good reason? fuck, man.” she didn’t want to be rude, especially not towards the other. she was simply hurt and angry.