[She unfurls from her position and heads down the hall, making a face at her reflection in the mirror. She looks...disgusting. She feels disgusting. She does her business, then washes her hands, then splashes cold water on her face a few times. It doesn't help her headache in the least, but it makes her feel a little more alert. She wonders if she should call her parents. They were probably wondering where she was, but they'd always seemed so disappointed by the fact that most nights she was home and in bed before 10. Disappointed that she wasn't doing more, didn't have friends, didn't have activities outside of her nerd stuff -- band and drama and soccer. Well. Maybe this would give them perspective? If they even noticed. It was a toss up.
After a few more moments, and after combing out her hair with her fingers and making another face at herself, she headed back toward the kitchen, letting her hand rest on the back of the chair he'd given her earlier as she stood silent, watching him.]
I guess -- I need to know if you're mad at me? And I probably should get out of your hair.
[She glances over at him, considering. That sorta. Brings up the other thing.]
Yeah, um. So, the more uncomfortable part of this whole thing is that in addition to healing, I can pick up on people's emotions. When they touch me. Or when I touch them.
[And she's a little concerned that part will make him mad.]
And I totally get that it's like, a violation of privacy and that's why I don't generally touch people or let people touch me, because it feels wrong to know how other people are feeling if they don't want that to be known? Even my parents get pretty freaked out by it, so -- we don't really -- you know. Hug? [Ever.] But um, yeah, I knew you were worried and I'm really sorry because I should have probably told you that part before just like -- [She waves her hand between them again.] -- healing you and everything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and you know, I wasn't sure if you'd let me heal you if you knew that part and that's completely my fault, and I'm really sorry, Steve. [Oh god, she's rambling. Stop her.]
She's rambling. Welp! It's a lot for Steve to take in and process all at once. First she hits him with thise whole healing thing, then she passes out for literally hours and now she's telling him that she can feel emotions based on touch.
What the hell?
Steve's body goes tense and his jaw clinched. Shit.
What exactly did she feel from him? Guilt? Sorrow? Heartache? Full blown anger.
[Yep, he's pissed. She can't blame him, but it does make her eyes tear up as she grabs a piece of bacon and stuffs it in her mouth, heart beating quickly in her chest.]
[He's not mad. At least he doesn't think he's mad? Just very overwhelmed and confused. This is a lot to process. Not just everything with Robin but the whole battle of Starcourt mall.
[It is a lot. She probably shouldn't have dumped any of this on him right now, but her head's a mess and it wasn't like she could just not give him any answers about the whole healing ability thing after last night. She eats a couple more bites and rests her hands in her lap, willing the pain in her head to stop throbbing.]
I should get going. Uh -- thanks. For the food and the juice.
[Steve doesn't eat much, if any at all and he really loves breakfast! His mind is too busy spinning with a million and ten thoughts. What if the government finds out about Robin.
Does her powers go beyond just healing? Is she also connected to the Upside Down or-
Does she know that Steve actually had feelings for her before she told him that she preferred girls? Where does all of this leave them now ? ]
[She rose to her feet slowly, carrying her plate to the sink and putting it to soak. Running away right now absolutely seems like the best plan because she's pretty sure he's mad at her, maybe doesn't want to be her friend anymore, which...was more what she meant on the bathroom floor before she'd told him the other secret. But. It's fine. She's pretty much gone this long without having any real friends, so, she'll be fine.]
[Of all the questions she'd anticipated, that wasn't one of the ones she'd been expecting.]
Because I care about you, dingus. Because when they threw me in that room with you and you were on the ground, you weren't moving, and I couldn't even tell if you were alive for -- I don't even know how long. I thought you were dead.
[She wraps her arms around herself protectively.]
I heard it. Them hurting you. I was close, in another room. But I heard all of it.
Steve can feel his jaw grow tight once again. She heard it? Shit. Why did she have to hear it? Any of it. That thought alone both infuriated him and made him sick to his stomach. ]
Yeah, well, I hadn't slept in like two days before I healed you. I'm not saying it doesn't take a toll, but I wanted to do it. You were hurt and I could help. It was all I could do. I'm sorry I didn't try and warn you that might happen before I did and that it freaked you out. But this won't last for long for me.
[It would have for him, to heal at a normal speed.]
Yeah, well you really scared the hell out of me. Not the whole healing thing but the passing out. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if you were dying or if you were alright.....
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[She unfurls from her position and heads down the hall, making a face at her reflection in the mirror. She looks...disgusting. She feels disgusting. She does her business, then washes her hands, then splashes cold water on her face a few times. It doesn't help her headache in the least, but it makes her feel a little more alert. She wonders if she should call her parents. They were probably wondering where she was, but they'd always seemed so disappointed by the fact that most nights she was home and in bed before 10. Disappointed that she wasn't doing more, didn't have friends, didn't have activities outside of her nerd stuff -- band and drama and soccer. Well. Maybe this would give them perspective? If they even noticed. It was a toss up.
After a few more moments, and after combing out her hair with her fingers and making another face at herself, she headed back toward the kitchen, letting her hand rest on the back of the chair he'd given her earlier as she stood silent, watching him.]
I guess -- I need to know if you're mad at me? And I probably should get out of your hair.
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Look, he enjoys breakfast. Who doesn't? Seriously? ]
...Mad?
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[With the passing out for over 12 hours thing. Although she's guessing it's a no because he's made a ton of food and set two places at the table.]
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I was worried.
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Okay.
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Yeah, um. So, the more uncomfortable part of this whole thing is that in addition to healing, I can pick up on people's emotions. When they touch me. Or when I touch them.
[And she's a little concerned that part will make him mad.]
And I totally get that it's like, a violation of privacy and that's why I don't generally touch people or let people touch me, because it feels wrong to know how other people are feeling if they don't want that to be known? Even my parents get pretty freaked out by it, so -- we don't really -- you know. Hug? [Ever.] But um, yeah, I knew you were worried and I'm really sorry because I should have probably told you that part before just like -- [She waves her hand between them again.] -- healing you and everything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and you know, I wasn't sure if you'd let me heal you if you knew that part and that's completely my fault, and I'm really sorry, Steve. [Oh god, she's rambling. Stop her.]
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She's rambling. Welp! It's a lot for Steve to take in and process all at once. First she hits him with thise whole healing thing, then she passes out for literally hours and now she's telling him that she can feel emotions based on touch.
What the hell?
Steve's body goes tense and his jaw clinched. Shit.
What exactly did she feel from him? Guilt? Sorrow? Heartache? Full blown anger.
Goddamn. ]
You should eat.
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[Yep, he's pissed. She can't blame him, but it does make her eyes tear up as she grabs a piece of bacon and stuffs it in her mouth, heart beating quickly in her chest.]
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It's a lot. ]
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I should get going. Uh -- thanks. For the food and the juice.
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Does her powers go beyond just healing? Is she also connected to the Upside Down or-
Does she know that Steve actually had feelings for her before she told him that she preferred girls? Where does all of this leave them now ? ]
Right.
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[She rose to her feet slowly, carrying her plate to the sink and putting it to soak. Running away right now absolutely seems like the best plan because she's pretty sure he's mad at her, maybe doesn't want to be her friend anymore, which...was more what she meant on the bathroom floor before she'd told him the other secret. But. It's fine. She's pretty much gone this long without having any real friends, so, she'll be fine.]
See you.
[Annnnnd she's heading for the door.]
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[The question comes spilling out of his mouth before Steve can actually stop himself.
Why heal him if it was only going to hurt her in the end?]
I was fine. I would have been fine.
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Because I care about you, dingus. Because when they threw me in that room with you and you were on the ground, you weren't moving, and I couldn't even tell if you were alive for -- I don't even know how long. I thought you were dead.
[She wraps her arms around herself protectively.]
I heard it. Them hurting you. I was close, in another room. But I heard all of it.
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Steve can feel his jaw grow tight once again. She heard it? Shit. Why did she have to hear it? Any of it. That thought alone both infuriated him and made him sick to his stomach. ]
But now you're hurt.
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[It would have for him, to heal at a normal speed.]
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I'm sorry. [Her voice is hushed, but very, very sincere.]
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He gives a little nod of his head. ]
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