Leena and Sadie Who: Leena and Sadie What: Meeting up Where: Sadie's place When: Following this Warnings/Rating: Some feels.
If she still had Sadie's voice in her ear right now, she'd be telling Leena not to be nervous, that the world was only alright when Leena was in it with potatoes and s'mores, and probably dancing and singing too, but that hadn't been mentioned. That didn't stop the anxiety monster from chewing up her guts and making her wish she'd brought her benzo's so she could chew one on the way to Sadie's.
Maybe it would be fine.
She wasn't really holding out hope on that though. Fine was a lie she told everyone else, just like she'd told Damian once. She wanted things to be good, and they were good with Sadie, they were always good like the world was going to be okay as long as they were together. It wasn't necessarily true, Leena knew that, but it felt that way sometimes.
Not now though, not as she stomped down the sidewalk and towards the Carnival, hands shoved into the front pocket of her hoodie. She paused just inside the gate to flip the hood up before she walked past the bright lights, past everyone, and made it to Sadie's door. It -- what she learned didn't make a difference, right? She was still her. They'd still talked about it once, but then it was something -- it was something different. She sighed, and knocked before she lost her nerve.