Had she been less preoccupied, Birch would have attempted to conceal her distress... Or, she admitted internally, maybe she wouldn't have. She'd come to consider Flynn not only a respected colleague, but a genuine friend; she cared deeply for his family, and sympathized with some of the difficulties they were experiencing. Still, when Denahi made his way to her and placed his nose in her lap, Birch sat up and hurriedly wiped at her cheeks in a rather poor attempt to hide her emotional state. She gave the dog a watery smile and patted his head in what she hoped was a reassuring way, but lost much of her bravado in the face of Flynn's genuine concern. She sniffled once... twice... and lost the battle.
"Your... stupid genius brother..." she managed in between sniffles, wiping her cheeks in obvious frustration that was directed more towards herself than either Flynn or Danny. She pursed her lips together, took another shaky inhale, and let it out on a soft sigh. "Says I'm pregnant. Pregnant. Me!" She looked at him with sudden desperation, as if the poor man had any say over whether or not she was, in fact, pregnant. "But I'm not, right? Right, of course not."
[ooc] Sorry this is so short, I'd had more planned but... drama. [/ooc] |