He's here. God, she wrote about him like - like he was a lynch pin in their family. She'd written the words, after he died, they had nothing connecting them. He's here and she wants to run away, and hates herself for it more than a little.
At least she manages to keep her startled look aimed directly at her knees and the floor. The pounding of her heartbeat in her ears is painful - very, on the right, she's so afraid to look at it, determine what actually happened - and she doesn't hear Allison reenter until the water glass is in her periphery and words are appearing in her vision again.
The second text, the promise to take it slow, draws a strangled laugh from Vanya's throat. Slow is too late. Slow would have been great at the Academy, before she started talking to herself in a silent cell.
(Don't go there, she warns herself.)
Sitting up slowly, V takes the glass and holds it tight in both hands, trying to leech the coolness into her skin. She needs to breathe, but it's so much easier said than done; even Diego is better at it than she is. Ben's here.
Vanya nods, vaguely in Diego's direction, and wipes one hand over her face. Her fingers are cool from the water, and it helps her breathe a little easier. "Thank you." She manages to squeeze that out to Allison, before draining the glass in a couple big gulps, setting it down again on the table. She doesn't entirely trust herself not to drop it, at this rate.
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At least she manages to keep her startled look aimed directly at her knees and the floor. The pounding of her heartbeat in her ears is painful - very, on the right, she's so afraid to look at it, determine what actually happened - and she doesn't hear Allison reenter until the water glass is in her periphery and words are appearing in her vision again.
The second text, the promise to take it slow, draws a strangled laugh from Vanya's throat. Slow is too late. Slow would have been great at the Academy, before she started talking to herself in a silent cell.
(Don't go there, she warns herself.)
Sitting up slowly, V takes the glass and holds it tight in both hands, trying to leech the coolness into her skin. She needs to breathe, but it's so much easier said than done; even Diego is better at it than she is. Ben's here.
Vanya nods, vaguely in Diego's direction, and wipes one hand over her face. Her fingers are cool from the water, and it helps her breathe a little easier. "Thank you." She manages to squeeze that out to Allison, before draining the glass in a couple big gulps, setting it down again on the table. She doesn't entirely trust herself not to drop it, at this rate.