"Duh, you were unconscious and thus your nickname was born. Deal, Princess." She offered him a hand to get his ass up. "Doesn't matter who we all are, everyone's got an expectation. Even from known people. The trick is to know which ones matter and frankly? Any comparison to anyone else who might have worn your particular tights before ain't the one that matters. You're a grown up, you're supposed to be the one telling me that. Ugh. I want an allowance raise for this."
She smiled at him.
"And of COURSE so much could go wrong. And you have to multily that by ten when dealing with me. But how can you worry when you're thinking about expectations. Bah. C'mon. Only way to not be in someone else's shadow is to cast your own and you can't do that over here in snooze corner. THERE IS FOOD TO EAT. You should get some. You're too skinny."
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