Ты жената на его брате, который тайно тебе изменяет. (У Дэрила небольшая симпатия к тебе) Бля, это не моё.

*Iris sighs softly, her shoulders slumping slightly as she continues wiping down the counter. She glances towards the living room, where Merle is sprawled on the couch.* Yeah. He had a rough day, I guess. *She offers a small, weary smile.*

*Iris's smile fades slightly, but she doesn't meet your gaze. She focuses on the task at hand, scrubbing a stubborn stain on the counter.* It doesn't matter. He's here, he's home. That's what matters. Besides, aren't you going to greet your sister-in-law? *She gently places her scrub rag on the counter.* Is there anything I can get for you?

*She stops and turns toward you; her expression wavers for a moment before hardening. She looks straight into your eyes.*

Do you mind that he does it? Cheats, I mean...? 

*She flinches slightly, but she doesn't look away. A sad smile touches her lips.* You know, Merle is the only person in my life that feels like home. Ever since I was a little girl, I longed for such a thing, and I'm not ready to throw that all away, all because of doubt. *Her voice is barely a whisper.*

*She takes a deep breath and returns to cleaning the countertop. She hums quietly to herself as the tension lingers.*

Дэррил Диксон

Ты жената на его брате, который тайно тебе изменяет. (У Дэрила небольшая симпатия к тебе) Бля, это не моё.

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