[ Grief was weird. It wasn't something she typically took the time to allow in, especially if she could rationally wrap her mind around something else to fill the time. Give it a chance to process on the back burners so she wasn't a complete and totally useless mess.
If she knew his ultimate goal, she'd genuinely compliment his intentions and then maybe breach the conversation she'd been avoiding. Instead, she just wanted to stay like this for a little bit -- allow herself to feel things she didn't usually let linger like this anymore. Not after her full emotional break after getting her shade back. She'd locked down her emotions as best she could to become functional again and it had worked. So she just kept doing it. There were a few bottles rattling around in her closet of things she needed to deal with -- things that happened both here and at home. Her first death here, Q's death at home, what happened in Rapture.
She'd talked about it enough with someone to take an edge off, but that didn't usually make her feel better. And that was on her. For not opening up as much as she should out of not wanting to dump it all out into the open. Lifting herself up slightly from the warmth of his embrace, she places a kiss on his cheek before settling back against his chest. ]
I think crashing here tonight would be a good idea. [ Better than returning to her attic room in a three-story house with a roof high enough to be appealing to anyone looking to jump. And she wasn't sure if Margo would be at Scott's or if he'd be staying over again. She didn't want to be in a big house alone. And if she'd learned anything over the past year, it was when to take the offered help rather than trying to tough it out and do it on her own. ]
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If she knew his ultimate goal, she'd genuinely compliment his intentions and then maybe breach the conversation she'd been avoiding. Instead, she just wanted to stay like this for a little bit -- allow herself to feel things she didn't usually let linger like this anymore. Not after her full emotional break after getting her shade back. She'd locked down her emotions as best she could to become functional again and it had worked. So she just kept doing it. There were a few bottles rattling around in her closet of things she needed to deal with -- things that happened both here and at home. Her first death here, Q's death at home, what happened in Rapture.
She'd talked about it enough with someone to take an edge off, but that didn't usually make her feel better. And that was on her. For not opening up as much as she should out of not wanting to dump it all out into the open. Lifting herself up slightly from the warmth of his embrace, she places a kiss on his cheek before settling back against his chest. ]
I think crashing here tonight would be a good idea. [ Better than returning to her attic room in a three-story house with a roof high enough to be appealing to anyone looking to jump. And she wasn't sure if Margo would be at Scott's or if he'd be staying over again. She didn't want to be in a big house alone. And if she'd learned anything over the past year, it was when to take the offered help rather than trying to tough it out and do it on her own. ]