[Her eyes widen a touch at the shove before she grins back slightly.]
I think their may be a bit'a 'because I said so' ta yer argument, but I getcha. [Mostly. Or did she? Just because she understood, didn't mean she immediately agreed or believed... Her hands drop from where they're hovering near her abdomen and she shakes her head, moving in to lift and rest one of those gloved hands upon his shoulder.
Where'd he'd just bumped her to pull her out of her head, she squeezes and dips her own to catch his eye.]
Nuh-uh. Ya don't get ta choose what shit lurks in yer subconscious... Sure, ya can choose ya 'move on' and 'get better', but that stuff lingers, ya know? It comes back when ya least expect it, an' when ya least want it.
[She smiles, but it's no happy expression... more pained and apologetic.]
I feel like I should preemptively apologize for my own Heart... God knows the shit yer gonna hafta sludge through there. [Oh, she knew some of it that would likely be brought right out in the open, but she was still in denial. Her hand unconsciously falls to her stomach again as she speaks, remembering...
But was it a memory? Was it make believe? She didn't know.
She knew.
She shakes herself mentally, her distant gaze refocusing on Ken.]
We're a fucked up little troop here, but we're all we got, ya know?
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[Her eyes widen a touch at the shove before she grins back slightly.]
I think their may be a bit'a 'because I said so' ta yer argument, but I getcha. [Mostly. Or did she? Just because she understood, didn't mean she immediately agreed or believed... Her hands drop from where they're hovering near her abdomen and she shakes her head, moving in to lift and rest one of those gloved hands upon his shoulder.
Where'd he'd just bumped her to pull her out of her head, she squeezes and dips her own to catch his eye.]
Nuh-uh. Ya don't get ta choose what shit lurks in yer subconscious... Sure, ya can choose ya 'move on' and 'get better', but that stuff lingers, ya know? It comes back when ya least expect it, an' when ya least want it.
[She smiles, but it's no happy expression... more pained and apologetic.]
I feel like I should preemptively apologize for my own Heart... God knows the shit yer gonna hafta sludge through there. [Oh, she knew some of it that would likely be brought right out in the open, but she was still in denial. Her hand unconsciously falls to her stomach again as she speaks, remembering...
But was it a memory? Was it make believe? She didn't know.
She knew.
She shakes herself mentally, her distant gaze refocusing on Ken.]
We're a fucked up little troop here, but we're all we got, ya know?