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Chapter 3. High Tensions And Tears
As the days turned to weeks, Weiss and Blake began getting used to their new routine and lives together.
They took turns driving one another to and from work every week just as they'd initially planned, and stopped by one another's buildings for lunchtime.
The evenings were typically spent in the same way as what they'd established early on; making dinner together, watching a movie or show, and then curling up for bed. On some nights when they both still had energy left over from the workday, they would go for a walk around the neighborhood or to the convenience store.
On weekends, they tended to stay home together to do housework and cleaning, and would drive to the mall or the local park to enjoy themselves.
They each called their parents at least once a week to ensure they were doing fine.
When their first month's bills were delivered, the two girls were impressed by the relatively low numbers. Their avoidance of television and leaving off lights when they weren't necessary had saved them a lot in the long run, and that night they ordered dinner from a nearby restaurant to celebrate.
In this manner, their first month living together passed by as a major success.
Now, when they went on their walks together, they could see the fully-blossomed petals of flowers in bushes and buds on trees. Flocks of small birds littered the lawns as they plucked worms out of the earth, and the warmer weather indicated spring had finally arrived.
For a month and a half, things were looking up for Weiss and Blake.
There were nights when Blake came home a bit exhausted after having to give an extensive presentation or tour to a group of local students about the library's history and resources.
And there were nights when Weiss needed to stay a few hours late in order to tackle an additional assignment or two.
Whenever that happened, Blake would drive the car home and prepare dinner in the meantime for her girlfriend. She'd wait until Weiss called her, then go to pick her up.
They'd often deal with their exhaustion with a hot shower and a night of relaxation, or simply by going to bed early.
But the massages and close contact were nightly ordeals, and no matter how flimsy or short-lived the former might be, the latter was always long-lasting and comfortable.
They loved to play with one another's hair, as both girls left it down when they slept.
Weiss preferred to twirl little braids in Blake's, while the Faunus girl simply liked to stroke her fingers repeatedly through Weiss'.
She'd been brushing and playing with Weiss' hair for eight years now, but only in recent months had she gotten the liberty to do that every day.
Which was why Blake was appalled at what her girlfriend had to say when they both walked up the stairs after work that evening.
Weiss had been oddly silent all the car ride home, and Blake had merely assumed she was exhausted. But when she finally spoke, Blake realized it was due to something else entirely.
"I think I'd like to cut my hair," Weiss said.
Blake stopped in her tracks on her way to the kitchen, turning back to look at her in shock.
"What? I mean... why? This kinda came out of nowhere."
"Well..." Weiss sighed as she reached up and released her tresses from the ponytail. "It's just... my boss found a hair sticking to one of his papers and it was very clearly mine. He strongly recommended I have it cut."
Blake's ears flattened.
"So what? It's your hair, not his! You don't have to do what he says."
"I know..." Weiss mumbled. "But I don't want to risk making him upset with me. I need to keep this job, Blake. Especially now. You understand, don't you?"
Blake bit her lip.
"...Of course I do. But I just... I don't think you should cut it if you don't want to. You look fine as you are – gorgeous. But... if you really want to cut it, I'll support you, and I know you'll look beautiful either way."
"Thank you, Blake."
They decided to do it that night after dinner.
After they'd changed into their pajamas, Blake led Weiss to the bathroom and had her sit on the toilet cover. Blake retrieved her girlfriend's brush and started combing through those long, luscious tresses she'd come to know and love over the years.
Weiss had said she wanted her hair cut to her shoulders, and Blake wasn't able to imagine her like that. It would surely take some getting used to, but this was Weiss' decision.
Blake took a pair of scissors from one of the drawers, but Weiss' hair was so long, she needed her to stand up in order to begin cutting. Blake took her time and went slowly, inch by inch from the tips, and working her way up.
However, Weiss stopped her when she'd only reached the small of her back. It turned out she couldn't go through with this after all. Weiss had invested far too much time and effort into her hair over the past twenty-four years, and she wasn't about to get rid of it all for her disgruntled boss.
Plus, she couldn't imagine not getting to feel Blake's hands running through it any longer.
Blake was glad she decided not to cut it short. She put the scissors away and hugged her girlfriend from behind to let Weiss know she accepted her choice.
From then on, Weiss tied her hair in a bun for work, another appearance Blake would have to get used to, but it looked rather cute on Weiss. It became Blake's favorite thing to free Weiss' long hair from that bun every evening after work, letting her alabaster locks breathe once more.
In bed at night, she played with Weiss' hair more than usual, relishing its texture and softness.
It was as she lay in bed with Blake purring loudly and stroking through her hair when Weiss realized something. Cutting her own hair normally would have been her decision alone and would have affected herself above all others.
But now that she was living together with Blake, she needed to consider how her Faunus girlfriend would feel about any drastic changes, be it around the apartment, at work, or even about her own appearance.
That wasn't to say she was restricted from making any decision if Blake didn't want her to, but she would try to take Blake's feelings into consideration just as much as she did her own from now on.
She discussed as much with Blake that night, and Blake reassured she understood what Weiss meant, and then agreed to do the same for her.
After that little incident, playing with one another's hair more often became a subconscious decision that neither was opposed to.
A few weeks later, they received their second monthly bill to find their expenses were just about the same as they had been the first month. Perhaps a little high just because they'd watched two movies instead of just one some nights and thus used a bit more electricity.
But it was nothing they couldn't handle.
The spare money went towards groceries and other necessities like dry cleaning, and whatever was left over went into their individual savings accounts.
Spring was in full bloom by the beginning of the following month, and the two girls both enjoyed a joint vacation day, giving them a three-day weekend to relax and unwind.
They de-stressed by playing video games or doing puzzles together, by dancing and by going for walks. They made one another's favorite dishes for dinner and skipped the movie that night to have a bit of fun of their own in the bedroom.
Aside from the usual stress they experienced at their workplaces, the two girls were very content and still excited about their new lives together.
Perhaps they were both still a bit too blissfully innocent at this point, just as their parents had feared.
Midway through that month, they had their first fight.
It was a combination of a lot of different things all tussled together at exactly the wrong time.
Both had been particularly exhausted from work the past few days.
Blake had endured three days of continuous lecturing and giving presentations to the youth of the town about the workings of the library.
Weiss was getting more and more paperwork to complete within a shortened amount of time, and her boss was constantly hounding her about being more efficient in getting it done.
That stress, piled on top of the fact that she hadn't slept well at all last night, resulted in Weiss' mishap the following morning.
Blake had already gone out to start the car, as it was her week to drive, leaving Weiss inside for a minute. The white-haired girl had grabbed her lunch bag and simply ran out to the car right away.
Upon their return home that Friday afternoon, Blake was planning out tonight's movie in her mind for the start of the weekend.
As they walked up the stairs, Blake began untying Weiss' bun for her as per usual when the Faunus girl noticed the awkward lighting in the apartment. She rushed into the bathroom to find the light had been left on, and with a groan of exasperation slapped the switch off.
"Weiss!" she yelled. "You forgot to turn off the light! This has been on all day! Do you know how much this is going to cost us at the end of the month?"
She stomped back into the living area where a very confused and startled Weiss was standing. The smaller girl wiped her eyes, taken aback by Blake's uncharacteristic vehemence, the exhaustion of the day dwindling away only to be replaced by an even worse kind of discomfort.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I was just rushing out and I must've missed it. I didn't want us to be late for work, so-"
"Weiss, I've told you a million times! We're not going to be late for work! That's just you trying to stress us both out more by constantly saying it. Why can't you just trust me for once?"
"I do trust you!" Weiss cried defensively. "I was just tired, Blake! I've been getting a lot more work than usual lately, and I-"
"Oh, boo-hoo," Blake snapped cruelly. "Well guess what, Weiss? I've been getting a lot of work, too. Do you see me leaving the oven on? No. You're supposed to do work at your job, you know. That's what it's for."
"Blake, it was just an honest mistake-"
"Yeah, one that's going to cost us a fortune at the end of the month."
"It won't-"
"Weiss, just- just stop talking, alright? Just shut up."
And normally, Weiss would've fought.
Normally, she'd argue and yell back and give the other person a piece of her mind.
But not with Blake. She just couldn't fight with Blake. She didn't want to.
So all she could do was clamp her trembling lips shut and run off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Blake snorted and stormed over to the couch, sitting down heavily as she dropped her head into her hands.
"Great. Just great..." she muttered. "So much for our savings..."
She was so angry at Weiss for this, enough so that she was willing to sleep here on the couch tonight. She didn't think she'd ever gotten this angry about something before, but there had been several big contributing factors to take into account.
The evening sunlight was still casting plenty of light in through the windows, hitting her back as warmth seeped into her dark hair.
After a few minutes, the anger started to ebb away, and Blake calmed herself.
And then it started to sink in – what she'd done.
In the silence of the apartment, she could hear Weiss' muffled sobs from the other side of the bedroom door.
Slowly, her ears lifted up, only to flatten again seconds later. A sickening guilt twisted through her stomach, knotting itself in place and expanding with every passing second.
"Oh god..." she wheezed. What have I done...?
She'd let everything get the better of her, and she'd taken it all out on Weiss for a simple mistake Blake could've just as easily made herself.
And she knew that if she'd been the one to leave a light on, Weiss never would have yelled at her for it. Perhaps a huff here or there or a remark about how they'd need to skip movies for the next few nights to compensate, but she'd never yell at Blake over something so trivial.
But Blake had.
And now Weiss was crying.
The first tears either of them had shed on these floors that hadn't been out of joy.
Blake felt horribly numb. She longed to get up and go to Weiss, but feared her girlfriend's rejection. She didn't know if it would be best to leave her alone for now, or perhaps even for the rest of the night.
But when she thought ahead to the awkwardly-silent morning full of uncomfortable mumbles and nervous glances at one another...
Blake couldn't accept that. She didn't want this to pass on overnight until tomorrow, because Blake knew there'd be nothing she could do in the morning to try and make things right again.
She didn't want her minutes of discombobulation and misplaced rage to extend any longer than the minutes they already had.
Slowly, she stood from the couch and stepped out of her shoes, still dressed in her skirt and blouse from the day at the library. Each creaking step across the wooden floorboards sounded far too loud, and her ears flinched every time.
With slouched shoulders, she passed by the little decorative black-and-white books on the shelf, whose important messages she'd forgotten in her moment of intense emotion.
She reached the bedroom door, where the sounds of weeping made her ears hurt even more. Quietly, Blake rapped her knuckles against the door, and a broken voice tumbled out past her lips.
"Weiss...?"
There was no response. Either Weiss hadn't heard her past the sounds of her own sobbing, or she didn't care for whatever Blake wanted to do or say.
The smallest benison was that the door had been left unlocked. Weiss had likely been too distraught to think to lock it after rushing in.
Blake turned the knob and stepped inside the bedroom, finding it dyed in golds and oranges from the sunlight.
Weiss lay curled up on her side in the center of the bed, her hair that Blake had let down for her just before the argument pooling out in an ivory lake behind her. Her face was turned into the pillow that her hands clutched at weakly, her entire body shaking and convulsing with little hiccups.
Blake wasn't sure if her girlfriend was aware of her presence in the room now, or if Weiss simply didn't care.
At the very least, Weiss hadn't jolted upright and looked at her fearfully; if something like that had happened, or Weiss had told her to leave her alone, Blake felt she might've left the apartment to spend the night outside.
But so far, she could detect no fear in Weiss' body language – only sadness and enervation. It was hardly better, but not as bad as it could've been.
Blake's feet padded quietly across the floor until she was at her side of the bed, where Weiss' back was turned to her. She didn't know what to do from here, so she opted for sitting on the edge of the mattress first.
"Weiss...?"
Her own eyes were already stinging with frustrated tears, her sinuses burning and vision blurring. Reaching out a hand, she touched two fingers to Weiss' hair, applying a feather-light pressure in order to touch her back, to let Weiss know she was here.
She could feel her trembling, and if that was any indication as to how loud those sobs would be if Weiss were to lift her face from the pillow, Blake was already hating herself infinitely.
But again, Weiss hadn't pulled away from her – because she was too distraught or didn't care, once more Blake didn't know. But that gave her the motivation to keep talking, as pathetic as she may have sounded.
"Weiss... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry... I didn't mean to yell at you like that. I just... I don't know. Everything just piled up all at once and I... I lashed out at you because you were the first thing I saw. You're always right there beside me, and I wouldn't want it any other way. But sometimes when I can't control myself... I'll use you as the outlet, because you're so close. I'm sorry, Weiss. I don't want to..."
She cut herself off, tears already overflowing down her cheeks in warm rivulets. There was salt in her mouth, bitterness in her eyes, and guilt in every fiber of her being.
Weiss was still crying and hadn't moved an inch, and Blake was compelled to keep going.
"Weiss... I didn't mean any of th-those things. I just... I was upset and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I wasn't thinking. I said some awful things, but I just want you to know I didn't mean them. I'm sorry for yelling. I don't... I don't ever want to do that again. I won't let it happen again. I'm sorry I... I hurt you. I'm sorry..."
She bowed her head, letting the tears drip down continuously onto the blankets.
The hand at Weiss' back had curled into a loose fist, clinging to the strands of hair until they were flattened into a crumpled mess. Blake released them, petting her fingers over that portion of Weiss' hair as though in apology.
The minutes passed, and Weiss' broken whimpers continued to fill the air, ringing through Blake's ears and striking her heart like gunshots every time.
Blake cried too, wiping her sleeve over her eyes and sniffling deeply. Eventually, she was starting to think Weiss would be better off without her here right now.
A few minutes later, Blake retracted her hand from its place on Weiss' back and moved toward the edge of the bed.
"I'll leave," she mumbled. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight, okay? If you... if you need anything... I'll be there. But it's fine if you don't want to see me. I understand."
She slipped her legs over the edge of the bed, turning her back on Weiss.
But just before her toes could touch the floor, she heard movement from behind her.
"Wait..."
Small hands reached out to clutch the back of Blake's shirt. She looked over her shoulder to find Weiss had rolled to face her, crystal-blue eyes drowning with tears, dampness all down her face. Her formal clothes were ruffled and her hair was in a bit of a disarray, but Blake could only look into her eyes.
A fresh, poignant wave of guilt surged up within her belly, knotting tightly, and Blake felt as though she might be nauseous. She turned around and released a withering sigh.
"Weiss, I'm- …I'm sorry..."
"I know..." she sniffled. "You've... already said as much. I'm sorry too, Blake."
The Faunus girl turned back around to face her, shaking her head as she moved closer to the girl.
"No, you don't have to be, Weiss. I'm the one who-"
"I left the light on," Weiss said. "That was my mistake. And you're right, it'll cost us. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Blake pleaded. She reached out to find Weiss' hands and squeezed them, leaning down a little closer. "We'll just skip the movies for a few nights, that's all. We'll just do the puzzles instead. It was such a simple solution, but I couldn't even think clearly at the time to consider it. All I could do was yell at you. I don't ever- ever want to let myself get that way ever again."
"It's alright..." Weiss murmured.
"No, it's not."
"It is," the white-haired girl insisted. "I was being selfish. I know you've been tired too, but I made it all about myself. I didn't consider how stressed you were; I was only thinking about myself."
"And you should," Blake said. "Because it's your life, Weiss."
"No." She shook her head. "It's our life now, Blake."
The Faunus girl couldn't think of anything else to say in response to that.
Weiss was right – it was their life now.
But that still didn't excuse Blake for the way she'd acted.
"Still..." she sighed. "I'm sorry, Weiss. I made you cry..." She squeezed the girl's hands again, then released one so she could brush a finger over Weiss' cheek.
Weiss too, reached up towards her girlfriend.
"And I made you cry too, it seems."
Blake shook her head.
"It was my own fault-"
"Hush," Weiss breathed, the sobs finally dying away. "You... You came in to apologize, Blake. That's all that matters. I was scared that you wouldn't, scared that you'd still be angry. And I'm sorry for ever thinking so poorly of you. After eight years, you'd think I'd know you better."
"But this isn't like the high school years," Blake reminded her, leaning down more to feel Weiss' touch on her face. "This is our first time living together under the same roof, with no one else here. There's a lot we've learned about each other in the past two months alone, and... maybe there's still more we don't know yet. But we'll figure things out, Weiss. We always do."
"Yes we do," she agreed. "But please, Blake. I don't want you feeling guilty about all of this. I made it worse by crying unnecessarily. I should've been able to control myself better."
"You didn't do anything wrong," Blake said. "...But I'll try not to feel guilty. It won't do either of us any good. I just... I just need to be sure you're okay after I... said all of those things..."
The tears started again, and Weiss reached up to cup Blake's face with both hands. She pulled her girlfriend down to lay on the bed beside her, cradling Blake's head to her chest with care.
"I'm alright," she murmured. "I know you didn't mean those things, Blake. Sometimes people just snap and say things they don't mean in the heat of the moment. I understand. I've done it too."
Sitting at Weiss' side, Blake was a repenting partner. But in her arms, she was reduced to a pitifully whimpering newborn.
"I'm sorry..." she wailed. "I-I didn't want you to be scared of me. I never w-want to make you frightened of me. I'm so sorry, Weiss. I do-don't want you to hate me..."
"Blake..." Weiss pulled away to look deeply into her tearful eyes. "I will never hate you, Blake. For any reason. We've been through too much together already. I know almost all there is to know about you by now. Whatever happens between us – good or bad – I will never hate you. Ever."
With another whimper, Blake buried her face in Weiss' collar and clung to her back.
Weiss blinked tears away, and they seeped into Blake's hair.
She let Blake cry for as long as she needed to, simply relieved that this squabble hadn't turned into anything horrible.
They both made a promise in those minutes of crying.
They promised that this first fight had been their last.
They would probably argue in the future, as communication was key in any relationship, especially saying the things that made them upset.
But they'd never fight again.
Even when they'd argued in their past years together, Blake had noticed how Weiss had never yelled. She knew Blake's Faunus ears were sensitive, and Weiss never wanted to hurt her, so the most she'd ever done when exasperated was raise her voice to a loud speaking volume, but she'd never shouted.
Blake was upset that she'd done as much to Weiss tonight, and it was only after nearly an hour of apologies and wiping tears when she finally forgave herself.
Weiss had kissed her countless times in that past hour, reassuring her again and again that everything was alright between them.
Blake half-expected her girlfriend to get fed up and leave halfway through to let Blake wallow in her childish sorrows alone.
But Weiss never left her, and Blake vowed never to leave her, either.
With one last apology, Blake stopped saying them. She sat up and reached over Weiss to the bedside table to grab the tissue box, and the both of them got started on filling the little waste bin with them.
The sun had already set by this time, the room now filled with just a dark evening light.
Once Blake had tossed her final tissue away, she wiped her eyes again and sighed.
"I don't really feel like making dinner, and I doubt you do either, right?" Weiss shook her head, and Blake nodded. "Then want me to just heat up some leftovers?"
But to her surprise, Weiss shook her head again.
"No. I'm not hungry tonight."
Blake frowned and slid closer to her.
"Hey... I know tonight wasn't nice for either of us... but you've gotta eat, Weiss. You haven't had anything since lunch."
"I'll eat in the morning. I promise. I just... don't think anything I eat now will stay down..." she admitted.
"You... feel sick?" Instantly concerned, Blake's ears flattened again.
"I'm not sure," Weiss sighed. "I just want to sleep."
Blake's stomach flipped again. Was this because of their fight? If she'd unsettled Weiss enough for her to refuse food, Blake was going to regress into hating herself again.
Weiss seemed to be reading her thoughts and quickly shook her head.
"Don't worry," she said. "I've been feeling odd since this morning. That's probably why I missed the light. But I think a bit of rest will do me some good."
Blake scrutinized her for a moment before moving closer.
"Just... let me make sure you're not getting sick."
She pulled Weiss close and kissed her forehead, feeling for a temperature. She felt a bit warm, but Blake couldn't tell if it was because of the fight making her flustered, or because of something else.
Blake then slipped down and pressed an ear to her girlfriend's chest, holding onto Weiss' waist gently. Her ear flicked uncomfortably.
"Your heart's pounding."
"I think I'm still just... calming down from everything," Weiss mumbled. "I'll be fine after I sleep."
Blake pulled away and straightened up, looking the girl over once more.
"Alright. But if you're not better by morning, I'm taking you to the doctor."
"Blake, please. We can't afford-"
"If you need help, then yes we can," she said firmly. Then, Blake softened her tone. "You'd do the same for me, Weiss. I know you would." She kissed the girl's scarred cheek gingerly.
With a sigh of defeat Weiss nodded.
"Alright."
Satisfied, Blake unbuttoned Weiss' blazer for her, gingerly helped her out of it, and tossed it aside at the foot of the bed. She pulled the white under-shirt free from Weiss' dress pants, hoping it would help her breathe a bit easier.
In the end, however, she simply fetched Weiss' clean pajama top and pants for her and urged her to change.
"I'm just going to eat a quick supper," Blake announced. "I'll be back soon, okay?"
She lingered a second longer, watching Weiss with concerned eyes before slipping out of the room.
As she was re-heating some leftover pasta, Blake was aware of Weiss hobbling out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Blake finished her food quickly before taking her turn in the bathroom to change and brush, then retreated back to the bedroom and her waiting girlfriend.
The bedside lamp was the only source of light in the apartment now, and Blake wasted no time in getting into bed beside Weiss. The smaller girl was the definition of fatigued, and Blake urged her to lay down right away.
She turned off the lamp and laid beside Weiss, and the fight from just a few hours earlier almost felt as though it'd never happened.
The guilt was still there in the back of her mind, but above all else on Blake's thoughts right now was Weiss' wellbeing. At the very least, tomorrow was Saturday, and neither would have to jeopardize work should Weiss need to be taken to see a doctor.
Blake pushed the self-loathing aside, knowing it was pointless and would only hurt the both of them more.
She focused instead on holding Weiss in her arms, rubbing her back and petting through her hair, kissing the crown of her head. To think she'd almost decided to sleep on the couch tonight and miss all of this because of some petty fight...
She made sure to rub Weiss' back for her to compensate for thoughts of leaving her, and to try and make her feel better. One hand dipped down in between their stomachs, and she slipped her palm beneath her girlfriend's shirt to rub her skin gently.
"If you need a midnight snack or get hungry at any time, just wake me up and I'll help you get some food, okay?"
She felt Weiss nod against her chest. Blake could also feel the girl's hands attempting to thread through her hair. But Weiss' motions were so weak and tired that Blake kissed her nose and gently told her it was alright to stop.
"It's okay. Just rest. You'll be doing both of us a favor, I promise."
Weiss sighed against her neck.
"Alright..." she mumbled. "And... I'm sorry-"
"Don't." Blake hushed her with another kiss. "I'm sorry, too. But we're done with apologies now, alright? No more of this. Just sleep and get better."
"...I'll try."
Blake bit her lip; if trying was the extent of what Weiss could do for this, it might've been cause for concern.
But they'd wait until morning to find out.
Blake knew that Weiss typically tended to fall asleep last, or they'd go at the same time. But tonight, the Faunus girl was intent on seeing Weiss rest first before she allowed herself to follow.
She continued rubbing the girl's back and chest as she kissed Weiss' face, emitting a slow, cajoling purr against Weiss' chest to help slow her heart.
Just before Weiss slipped into slumber, she was sure to make one last statement.
"Goodnight, Blake. I love you... I love you..."
Blake purred a little harder.
"I love you too, Weiss. Sweet dreams."
At last, Weiss drifted off, and Blake relaxed a bit in knowing her girlfriend wasn't in pain anymore. She was still worried about whatever was ailing Weiss, but had faith that the morning would shed light on it, as well as how to help her girlfriend feel better.
Blake closed her eyes and allowed sleep to come as well.
And in that manner, their first fight came and went fairly painlessly, and had been resolved quickly enough to find them back in one another's arms just a short while later.
They'd both keep that promise – to ensure they'd never fight again, nothing worse than a blameless argument or lecture that would resolve itself shortly afterward with an apology and a kiss.
Eight years of loving one another was a long time, and neither was going to let something as trivial as a disagreement get in the way of their long-lasting relationship.
Today's fight had been an important step in their journey, but they'd both learned a lot about how to handle their emotions and treat one another with them. It was a lesson they'd both taken to heart and would remember for every squabble to come, that if they'd overcome this fight, they could overcome anything else life threw at them.
It had taken a bit out of them both, but had strengthened them in return, as well as served to deepen their inseparable bond.
Night swept over them and took them both, blanketing them in a calmness that the morning's light would strive to melt away.
A/N: I tried to handle their characters as best I could. We've seen them argue before, and we know book-loving, quiet Blake can get angry enough to yell if something rubs her the wrong way. She's probably also prone to more depressing thoughts. Whereas, while Weiss would typically shout back, as I said here, she couldn't do it to Blake after they'd become so close.
I feel Weiss would be more prone to her emotions and feeling guilty about a lack of action that ultimately resulted in her upsetting someone who'd been depending on her, while Blake would get upset at herself for the presence of her actions, but the wrong ones.
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