Well, I don't know about that. [ she's not sure if she's good people necessarily but. a beat, as she looks up around them at the hotel. and then, glancing at him again: ]
Hey, um. [ ... ] Love you.
[ like a brother, obviously, so strongly, strongly family that it feels like home. but she figures she might as well tell him. it comes easy. ]
[ he just kind of ignores when she says she's not good people because - she is. he's been saying that since they first met. it's n ever once, a single time, ever wavered.
the latter, though - there's a soft bloom to his emotions that match that, that deep, familial bond, and his eyes crinkle with his smile. it's sincere and honest, as strohl often is. ]
Love you too. [ teasingly: ] Sappy.
[ as if he's not said this like five times already because HE is a sappy baby but he figures she'll lean into making fun of him, and he wants her to be comfortable - though those warm, not quite relaxed but almost emotions settle into place. they haven't won yet. it's not over yet. but almost. almost, almost, almost. ]
[ he's said it a lot more than she has, and she figures - she needs to fix that. it used to be so easy to hold her hand out. she doesn't want to be distant and cold, she doesn't want to withdraw for fear of being bitten. he won't. and she knows he won't, more surely than anything else here, so she can put herself back on the tracks and try to open up again.
it's instinctive to elbow him in the side gently as justice for calling her sappy, but - maybe she meant to be sappy this time, so she doesn't argue it. maybe she can be more open than she used to be. maybe she can re-learn how to let herself have. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ but her emotions are safe and warm and cared for, and that's better than anything else in this whole stupid place. ]
... You know, that - dream thing. The daydream of your home getting rebuilt, the other day. I want to be part of that.
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Well, I don't know about that. [ she's not sure if she's good people necessarily but. a beat, as she looks up around them at the hotel. and then, glancing at him again: ]
Hey, um. [ ... ] Love you.
[ like a brother, obviously, so strongly, strongly family that it feels like home. but she figures she might as well tell him. it comes easy. ]
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the latter, though - there's a soft bloom to his emotions that match that, that deep, familial bond, and his eyes crinkle with his smile. it's sincere and honest, as strohl often is. ]
Love you too. [ teasingly: ] Sappy.
[ as if he's not said this like five times already because HE is a sappy baby but he figures she'll lean into making fun of him, and he wants her to be comfortable - though those warm, not quite relaxed but almost emotions settle into place. they haven't won yet. it's not over yet. but almost. almost, almost, almost. ]
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it's instinctive to elbow him in the side gently as justice for calling her sappy, but - maybe she meant to be sappy this time, so she doesn't argue it. maybe she can be more open than she used to be. maybe she can re-learn how to let herself have. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ but her emotions are safe and warm and cared for, and that's better than anything else in this whole stupid place. ]
... You know, that - dream thing. The daydream of your home getting rebuilt, the other day. I want to be part of that.