Re: tandy & holly; the music store
The logic of government agencies who stayed a vaguely threatening presence and didn't actually produce any material evidence of an effective government response to serious shit? Yeah, Tandy had no suggestions. She thought maybe her dad would have been the guy to call if he thought her friends had issues. Trouble at home, the kind that you kind of wanted a proper grown-up to deal with. The teeter-totter of life? Had Tandy on her own feet, flat, and figuring her own way forward. It wasn't you know, hard-fought romance but it was what it was.
But hey. Light knives. The conversation topic at hand. Tandy didn't know how she could toss herself across a room. "Maybe it's like spit," she suggested, which was gross but a practical construction for an analogy. "It's there. I guess I could reab - yeah, okay. Grossed out, done with that analogy. But the point is, I don't know if they stick around. And how they reabsorb. If they reabsorb."
He sounded more sure, more reassured maybe, and maybe the rules-breaking, universe-bending issue of light knives did fuck with Holly. Tandy couldn't tell, the guy did not-affected really good. She shrugged when he asked her if it mattered, because it did, and it didn't. "It matters if I can't control it," she said honestly. "I don't want to hurt anyone, you know?" Which was a little more guarded, and she took the knife out of the wall and watched it glimmer bright like a light getting turned higher in her palm and gone.
"I kind of want to know why. Like, how, even. But you can want answers as much as you want. I was thinking about the dad thing. Not that he'd do stuff to me, because he wouldn't, but his work, I don't know. It was super secret."