[ She doesn't stop him. She just sits there and watches him go, her fists balled tighter than ever in the bedsheets.

There's tears welling in her eyes by the time he's out the door. Angry and scared and ashamed and distressed all at once, she tries to focus on the anger, like she always focuses on the anger, but the tears come anyway.

All too aware of the lack of door, she shuts herself in their bunk's bathroom and lets it out where no one can see. ]