_{In her head says ‘you’re only saying that to be polite,’ but the irony in that was, in return, she had to be as well. And so the filter comes to play. “You’re too nice, unnie.” She says in between shaky breaths amidst the slight panic attack that she’d tried to contain in a composed countenance as much as she could, though not very successful, as she was eager to keep the situation under control. At the same time, so to not cause any more effort on the other. Being in similar predicaments in the past, somehow she hasn’t learned and more than a habit, it’s become something alike to a curse.} 

_{She stays as calm as possible. With a small pile of tissue in hand, she languidly scrubs off the stain on the other’s shirt. It couldn’t be helped what faint smudge was left on it as there was only water from her bottle besides the disposable piece of cleansing material to work with. “Let me just buy you a new shirt.” She says in defeat, albeit masked with an air of accountability borne in her firm smile. It looked brand new and even fetching on the bearer, in which she’d felt dismayed for more than the other female herself, she could guess.}