the kinds of posters you hang on your wall in high school

Bailee was resting her head on her friend's stomach. Margaret, lying down on her bed, stretched her back and tightened her abdomen.
"Our parents hate each other," she said, and sighed sharply. Bailee's head was dropped slightly with the exhalation.
"...Yeah, but it's not our fault," she replied, looking up.
A pause, thinking what to say, looking down.
"I mean, my mom and dad hate each other. Not that they hate your parents."
"I know, that's what I meant, too."
"Mm," she said, slightly grimacing.
Both tried to find some way to continue the conversation, as if every word they said about it lifted another level of pain. Looking at the wall, then the ceiling, then the wall again, they silently concluded to drop the subject.