Allison returned with a small glass of water, as Diego was saying Ben was outside.
She'd thought she'd heard something but it had stopped before she'd gotten this far forward in the house. She was surprised in some part that Ben hadn't just come in, given all of his other jump-scares or teasing and exuberance entrances. But, then, she supposed that might be unfair. Too. None of them had lost someone from here back then either. Just like none of them had lost-and-then-regained someone either. Until this moment.
There's a crinkle in her brow re-entering the living room, as Diego is leaving it, for the fact Vanya is half crouched over into her own lap, hands laced at her neck, like she might have been hyperventilating, and Allison has to wonder what Diego said or whether it was still just everything-everything finding all the ways out it could. Allison stopped by her, crouching down, and helf out the glass. Here.
After a second, she adds, We can take this slow.
Even if she feels like a hypocrite, too, for saying. There's nothing quite slow about this place until you got through all the first things to punch you in the face or the chest first. It was only slow once you'd gotten through that, and to recognize the strange rut that was life on this planet. But she'd find a way. For Vanya, if Vanya needed it. A slower introduction to it all than the brick wall of it all at once.
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She'd thought she'd heard something but it had stopped before she'd gotten this far forward in the house. She was surprised in some part that Ben hadn't just come in, given all of his other jump-scares or teasing and exuberance entrances. But, then, she supposed that might be unfair. Too. None of them had lost someone from here back then either. Just like none of them had lost-and-then-regained someone either. Until this moment.
There's a crinkle in her brow re-entering the living room, as Diego is leaving it, for the fact Vanya is half crouched over into her own lap, hands laced at her neck, like she might have been hyperventilating, and Allison has to wonder what Diego said or whether it was still just everything-everything finding all the ways out it could. Allison stopped by her, crouching down, and helf out the glass. Here.
After a second, she adds, We can take this slow.
Even if she feels like a hypocrite, too, for saying. There's nothing quite slow about this place until you got through all the first things to punch you in the face or the chest first. It was only slow once you'd gotten through that, and to recognize the strange rut that was life on this planet. But she'd find a way. For Vanya, if Vanya needed it. A slower introduction to it all than the brick wall of it all at once.