Re: Recovery Center: Travis & Marta
Marta didn't know any of Travis' story - not the parts what were strange, at least. She knew the things he'd been able to talk about in the group they'd shared (at one point), but none of that even began to touch on the puzzle of his history. She knew other people that he knew, knew vaguely that he'd been married, but not the way that all those parts and people fit together in a dimension-slipping whole. She knew... not a lot. It hadn't particularly bothered her before, but now, with a better understanding of how to listen when other people spoke, she looked at him and saw questions that she didn't have answers to.
She also didn't know that she was his something "new" in Repose, and that was likely for the best. Her bruised parts still lingered, and she wouldn't want to be such a keystone for someone else - knowing that she would inevitably fail and let them down. And with Travis having become a friend, she would feel that even moreso.
And if he was nervous, she didn't notice it in the strange nervousness she was fighting herself. She'd never felt nervous around Travis before, but they'd never sat next to each other in the common room of a rehab center before. She'd never had to struggle through her own mind in order to find her words before. But he smiled an honest smile (and she did notice that it was wider with her hand on his arm), and she was able to smile back, noticing in surprise how light his eyes were in the sun that poured through the tall windows of the room.
It was a good thing that he was the one talking for the moment, because it gave her the opportunity to focus again. And honestly, she didn't mind that he was talking. Even if he did stop sooner than she might have hoped. She couldn't remember him mentioning his stepdad before, though was there something in his expression that felt wrong? She couldn't tell, and it made her frown a little. "Doing?" She watched him lean back a little and slowly inched her feet out from where she had them tucked up close to herself, eventually slipping her socked toes beneath his leg, just above his knee. She wiggled them a little with another smile. "I can. Not all. No bedrooms or group rooms. But some. If you want."