She doesn't reply right away, panic gripping her chest at an unknown as her message went awry again. She didn't think, had forgotten entirely the comms were weird that day. What if it went to Crane-
No. It didn't sound like Crane. Crane was condescending even in text. She takes a few focus breaths and reaches out metaphysically for the small metal spheres on her desk. Focus on holding them, moving them slowly in careful circles around each other. Center yourself.]
[ He's there soon enough with five guys, or jack in the box, or whatever is the greasiest burger he can find. Extra pickles, like he promised. And fries. ]
Hey.
[ He holds it up and it's actually greasin through the paper bag it's so American his arteries are hurting. ]
[She's wearing long sleeves again, even though it's still not entirely necessary, and was leaning against the door with her eyes closed when he arrives.
She looks tired, but perks up easily enough at the sight of the food.]
Hi.
You didn't really have to come all the way out here, you know.
[She follows him in and leads the way into the kitchen.
Sorry about the cats, Erik, but at least two are wandering about their ankles as they walk. She'll put the bag on the table so she can set out food for them as well.]
No, we're all underage, sorry. Just water, juice, soda.
[She'll get a glass of water for him before refilling the cat's bowl, and finally sits to pull out the food, setting the fries between them.]
How's this world been treating you so far? It's been, what, almost a month now? [Small talk is easy and means she doesn't have to face her nightmares.]
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I can't sleep
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3/?
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5/?
but I don't want to wake him up every time I have a nightmare
it's not fair to him to have to deal with this mess
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of not being comfortable being by myself
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I do
it's just hard to tell my brain that
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But it would help if someone stayed with you tonight. Wally, maybe?
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She doesn't reply right away, panic gripping her chest at an unknown as her message went awry again. She didn't think, had forgotten entirely the comms were weird that day. What if it went to Crane-
No. It didn't sound like Crane. Crane was condescending even in text. She takes a few focus breaths and reaches out metaphysically for the small metal spheres on her desk. Focus on holding them, moving them slowly in careful circles around each other. Center yourself.]
Mr. Lensherr?
Sorry
I meant to send that to my doctor, actually
Hope I didn't wake you up.
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You didn't.
[ A long pause. ]
Do you want company?
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[Yes. She very much does.]
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Do you want anything?
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Yes, I could use some protein. Do you want me to meet you anywhere?
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How do you feel about cheeseburgers?
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Extra pickles?
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I'll wait outside.
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Hey.
[ He holds it up and it's actually greasin through the paper bag it's so American his arteries are hurting. ]
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She looks tired, but perks up easily enough at the sight of the food.]
Hi.
You didn't really have to come all the way out here, you know.
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Here.
[ He passes the bag over to her and then starts to walk in. ]
But save me a fry or two.
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[She follows him in and leads the way into the kitchen.
Sorry about the cats, Erik, but at least two are wandering about their ankles as they walk. She'll put the bag on the table so she can set out food for them as well.]
Want something to drink?
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Actually, do you have beer?
[ He pets one of the cats as it walks by him. ]
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[She'll get a glass of water for him before refilling the cat's bowl, and finally sits to pull out the food, setting the fries between them.]
How's this world been treating you so far? It's been, what, almost a month now? [Small talk is easy and means she doesn't have to face her nightmares.]
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Nothing too eventful.
[ He knows this game, anyway. Usually he just needs a walk and a cigarette to clear his head, but he figures that's not feasible for her. ]
How's school?
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