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"She's just so small but just bursting full of emotions," America began, staring at Peyton in admiration, longing in her voice. "And you...you gripped them tight and didn't let go when she needed you. That was good a thing you did."

America wondered if the other woman would sit in her lap and let her hold some of those feelings and maybe brush her hair too.

Having taken a card and a pen, Abbi quite quickly set about writing down first her name and then her greatest emotional weakness. This was a task easier given than completed, mostly because when she wrote one thing down she thought of two more, which meant by the time she had gotten to writing down the third thing she'd thought of she was now in possession of four additional things to write. They were all very superfluous things, mostly like "making friends" or "thinking clearly in a heated situation", none of them being really emotionally detrimental.
They were very distracting when the raised voices began so that she was able to concentrate on picking one of her greatest emotional weaknesses for a while, but they were getting a little hard to ignore. Finally she decided on one of the multitudes of options she's laid out for herself before she sat up and waved a hand in the air.

"Soooo is the shouty part over? And the... Poor use of vocabulary as well? I haven't gone yet, can I say my thing?" Wait a minute... "YOU KNOW WHAT its ok. I don't need to say my thing, its fine. Really. GREAT." The card Abbi had scrawled all over was shoved against her chest with a flailing motion, covered by both hands and hopefully ignored.
Don't pay her any mind...

Harrison also avoided Rin's railing into Melvin out of sheer primal instinct. Sorry, man. You were on your own with that one.

"I don't mind, saving these guys," Harrison said, Leon's mumbling just audible in the mostly silence, with background music ala Mimsy.

Everyone was assholes, but everyone had always been assholes. He was an a*****e. He didn't think it dented anyone's...privilege to participate, or whatever. In the whole life thing.

He kept his hand in Rep's, and sat down by him.

Mostly he wanted for it to be over. The meeting. He liked living.

And for them not to owe any fines.

Rep looked up like a wild animal smelling carrion on the wind. He looked at Abbi.

"Aye, shut the ******** up you moody b***h!" he barked. "Poor use of vocabulary my ******** arse, dunno who the ******** rattled her cage. That really ******** me off when people think just cause you don't vomit a ******** dictionary at them you are some kind of ******** cretin."

He didn't move his hand from Harrison's either, leaning subtly against the moon hunter as if he could absorb his stability via diffusion.

"That kind of ignorance I just can't ******** stand."

Otto had almost left the building. He was going to go to the beach, hoping a sea monster would drown him out of mercy for his wronged soul. Rep always found the right things to say to make Otto hurt the most. The jab at his parental issues had dug so deep he felt like he wanted to cry. But the rage suddenly dipped downward into a spiral, plummeting into something else. Not self loathing, not hatred. He felt sorry. Not for himself. For Rep and the terrible things he'd said to him out of pain and hurt. He'd been hurt, and he'd thrown it back at the red head as vengeance. How could he expect anything less in return?

Otto lingered in the door way. He felt shame and embarrassment. He didn't want to go back to that room he'd run from. He was scared of what they'd think fo him. He didn't want ti know. He wanted to disappear.

But maybe he should apologize first. Then he could allow himself to vanish.

Otto turned back, shuffling back towards the room. It radiated a feeling that repelled him, scared him. But no! He had to be brave. He had to be brave so he could tell Rep how sorry he was!

So he burst back in. His face was red, his eyes were red. His expression was lacking in furrowed brows of anger or sternness. He turned to find Rep, a man who's appearance and voice usually caused Otto to fight back an urge to vomit. "Rep.." He uttered, before throwing himself at the taller man for a hug. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I was mad, and you hurt my feelings, but it doesn't make you a monster. I should've seen your mean words as the cry for help they really were."

He was still wondering what was going in when he felt a heaviness in his chest and his once apprehensive and wary expression melted to that of deep regret at what he had done and not realized sooner. Here Rin had come to him when he asked for help, and when she was upset, he had not comforted her. Instead he had been angry, and worse, called her a pmsing b***h. He defended Rep and ignored her. She had always come to these sort of meetings, and even though she didn't have to come and he did come to her events, he did ditch her on the more messy work. He should have been more understanding - hey, if she was pmsing maybe he should be understanding to that too. Give her tea and chocolate. Did she need a pillow?

"I'm sorry, Rin." He said, taking her hands in his. This in itself was something as he never really apologized easily if at all. "I just naturally assumed you'd just be fine with dropping all your plans for me. You have your own projects in the greenhouse to tend to and I pulled you away for a stupid meeting I don't even want to be here for. I shouldn't have to subject you to mindless, pointless meetings. You have important research to do and I pulled you away from it and rest. You probably should be resting more. I shouldn't be forcing you to sit. You have every right to stand. Do you want some water? Chocolate? I don't give you enough chocolate. You shouldn't even be dealing with me. I only stress you out. You do t have to be with me. I'm sorry. Do you need a hearing pad?"

She probably needed to lay down too. Could he find a bed for her? He should let her be comfortable and pampered. Not yelling and stressed all the time. What kind of boyfriend - man was he to cause her to be this miserable?