[She continues staring down at the plate, tilting her head at the food like it's changed form and she doesn't really recognize what it is anymore.]
Maybe.
[She can agree to all of that, it's not really untrue. She begins to poke lethargically at a pile of noodles with her fingertips.]
I'd call it convenience.
[It had all spared her feeling vulnerable, at the time, but that feeling always returns to her. She never really addresses it, just slathers it over with something else until her head is unbearable again.]
☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
Maybe.
[She can agree to all of that, it's not really untrue. She begins to poke lethargically at a pile of noodles with her fingertips.]
I'd call it convenience.
[It had all spared her feeling vulnerable, at the time, but that feeling always returns to her. She never really addresses it, just slathers it over with something else until her head is unbearable again.]