[ Claire opens her mouth to say something in return, decides that it's not worth the effort it would take to agree one way or the other, and just drags the top of the blanket over her head. The toes of her socks poke out from the other end. People were hurt. People did terrible things. You don't just get to string a bunch of lights together and make it all go away. ]
Maybe it's a coping mechanism.
[ From beneath the blanket, muffled. Her voice is flat. It's plain she's not buying that as an excuse to sweep everything under the rug in an effort not to deal with it. Although maybe there's some degree of hypocrisy in that. Maybe she'd like to stay under here forever. ]
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Maybe it's a coping mechanism.
[ From beneath the blanket, muffled. Her voice is flat. It's plain she's not buying that as an excuse to sweep everything under the rug in an effort not to deal with it. Although maybe there's some degree of hypocrisy in that. Maybe she'd like to stay under here forever. ]