Lydia shakes her head at his apology, but she doesn't actually say anything. There are worse things than being shoved into a locker and yelled at. It wasn't like Jackson had always treated her that way or anything. It had been the one time and in retrospect, he'd mostly been scared because he hadn't understood what was happening to him and he'd placed the blame on Lydia.
There were worse things than being targeted and attacked for being something she hadn't chosen to be. Yeah, she'd been hospitalized and, okay, the A.S.S. had nearly killed her, but it was just one time and she'd been fine the next day.
There were worse things. She had to tell herself that to avoid allowing herself to feel like a victim, because she's Lydia Goddamn Martin and she's nobody's victim. Nobody's.
She's quiet as Matt seems to use her to find his center and some part of her feels a surge of pride that she can be that person for him in this place. He might not know it, but he's that person for her, too, now. "Okay," she echoes softly, nodding and peppering little kisses on the apples of his cheeks. "I can do this tomorrow, Matt, I'm not in a rush with the beauty blenders."
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There were worse things than being targeted and attacked for being something she hadn't chosen to be. Yeah, she'd been hospitalized and, okay, the A.S.S. had nearly killed her, but it was just one time and she'd been fine the next day.
There were worse things. She had to tell herself that to avoid allowing herself to feel like a victim, because she's Lydia Goddamn Martin and she's nobody's victim. Nobody's.
She's quiet as Matt seems to use her to find his center and some part of her feels a surge of pride that she can be that person for him in this place. He might not know it, but he's that person for her, too, now. "Okay," she echoes softly, nodding and peppering little kisses on the apples of his cheeks. "I can do this tomorrow, Matt, I'm not in a rush with the beauty blenders."