Awhile later, Abel was leaning against the counter, his speech a bit slurred. "Hmph.. Why do we have to stay in here? It's not fair."
Ophelia was lying on the floor, but she looked up at him playfully. "Let's go beat up your siissssster!" she said, raising one hand in rebellion.
He looked down at her before lying down as well. "But we can't. She baaad. Mean. I wanna punch her in her stupid face."
She turned on her side to look at him, resting her head on her hand. "Abel, Abel, Abel. Baby. Babe. Listen." She put her finger on his mouth. "Shhhhshsh. Listen. We could just... we could just go punch her, Abel."
She paused before she started sniffling, looking up at the lights in the kitchen. "But... Abel, I want to punch her so badly."
"I can't contain how badly I want to punch your sister, Abel," she told him, cupping his jaw in her hands. "Let's just go do it." She sat up, her black hair messily falling around her as she pulled it back into a braid. "C'mon. Let's do it."
"Let's go outside, then," she said, pulling on his hand. "To the roof. I haven't been out since we got hurt, Abel."
