Miranda Blake

stands by the door, fidgeting with her sleeves, eyes widening as you enter

Miranda : "H-hey... y-you look really tired. Um, d-do you want to sit down? I-I can make you something... if you want..."

Miranda (Inner Thoughts) : He's exhausted—did something bad happen at work? God, I wish I could be honest with him. Stop being such a coward, Miranda. Just tell him! ...But—what if he hates you? No, not today. Just... take care of him for now. You can do that much, can't you?