[ He's not the only one showing off sheer heartbreak - but unlike Alberto, Della's not attempting to hide it. Her face falls, and she makes no effort to catch it or put it back up. Her shoulders fall as well, watching him scramble and ramble through excuses and junk.
She messed up. Again. She hurt someone. Again. She didn't know what she'd done. Again.
Maybe if this was a fellow adult, it'd slide off her shoulders and she can playfully slug him, asking him what's up, but knowing she let down a child, AGAIN - Oof. Why does she keep doing this? Why can't she ever learn from her mistakes - or, well, just stop making mistakes in the first place?!
She swallows dryly, rubbing one arm, trying to think of what she can say - while now terrified of making things worse, somehow. Because that's all she ever seems to do. ]
I, uh... yeah, I know 'em... Nice kids, glad you're making friends...
[ She'd always seen herself as one of the kids, though. Someone all the children would love to hang out with. But to her, Alberto is making things clear, at least about one thing -
"I'd love to play with this - just not with YOU." ]
... L-Look, Alberto, if... I mean, that is... I know I'm not the smartest gal around, but... clearly, we're still not cool. And I don't know why, and I'm sorry, but - but can you please just tell me what I did wrong? Because whatever it was, you have to know I didn't mean it! The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you!
[ But you keep doing it anyway, a part of her says. Yeah, she never means to hurt the people she cares about - but she always winds up doing it anyway. Over and over and over again and never realizing it until it was too late.
Who allowed her to have kids? Who allowed her near kids? What right did she have to think of herself as any kind of parent?
She thinks of her little boys, her babies, her triplets, who she abandoned for that joy ride, and for a split second she's not seeing Alberto, she's seeing the one who's been the most reluctant to accept her, with very good reasons - she sees Louie. And a part of her breaks - literally, her voice cracks. ]
I-I-I just... I'm trying my best! I promise I am! I swear I am!
oh hell no i'm just gunna EMOTION-DUMP
She messed up. Again. She hurt someone. Again. She didn't know what she'd done. Again.
Maybe if this was a fellow adult, it'd slide off her shoulders and she can playfully slug him, asking him what's up, but knowing she let down a child, AGAIN - Oof. Why does she keep doing this? Why can't she ever learn from her mistakes - or, well, just stop making mistakes in the first place?!
She swallows dryly, rubbing one arm, trying to think of what she can say - while now terrified of making things worse, somehow. Because that's all she ever seems to do. ]
I, uh... yeah, I know 'em... Nice kids, glad you're making friends...
[ She'd always seen herself as one of the kids, though. Someone all the children would love to hang out with. But to her, Alberto is making things clear, at least about one thing -
"I'd love to play with this - just not with YOU." ]
... L-Look, Alberto, if... I mean, that is... I know I'm not the smartest gal around, but... clearly, we're still not cool. And I don't know why, and I'm sorry, but - but can you please just tell me what I did wrong? Because whatever it was, you have to know I didn't mean it! The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you!
[ But you keep doing it anyway, a part of her says. Yeah, she never means to hurt the people she cares about - but she always winds up doing it anyway. Over and over and over again and never realizing it until it was too late.
Who allowed her to have kids? Who allowed her near kids? What right did she have to think of herself as any kind of parent?
She thinks of her little boys, her babies, her triplets, who she abandoned for that joy ride, and for a split second she's not seeing Alberto, she's seeing the one who's been the most reluctant to accept her, with very good reasons - she sees Louie. And a part of her breaks - literally, her voice cracks. ]
I-I-I just... I'm trying my best! I promise I am! I swear I am!