Re: Audrey/Hannah: Tea
She'd sneaked in. Quiet, whisper, soft footfalls, and up to her room, and it was nice inside. Sunlight and warm, and sounds muted by the sheer amount of things lining the walls. Distractions hung from the ceiling, and the place felt crowded, and crowded always felt safe. And she sat there, in her bed, and in overalls and stars, and she typed. Type, type, type, and she was glad Si wasn't here, but then she wished he was here, and it was the type of wishing that was futile. She knew this would all be bad for him, and being away was good, but selfishly she wanted him near. But she typed and typed and typed, and then she heard Audrey step, step, step on the stairs.
"Come in," she called out, singsong and dreamlike, and she knew Audrey had found her hard to deal with the last time they'd spoken, and she hoped Hugh had helped, and she hoped things could be better now. Hannah, she wasn't any more lost than she'd been before, and bad things couldn't make her shatter any more than she'd already shattered. So, cross-legged and on the bed, she patted the space in front of her as the door open. "Sit, sit," she said. And in return: "Hi."
And Audrey didn't know her well enough to know that this was her, unadulterated and unmedicated, and this had been her for a very, very long time. Gone was programming and gone were subroutines. She was a dead girl operating a body made especially for her, but no one else was controlling her thoughts, her limbs, her decisions. She smiled. "Hi," she repeated."