Re: hannah and david: woods
Si was really, really protective, and she couldn't really blame him. Molly had died, and she had died, and Mom had died, and Mars had been taken away, and it was just him and Jamie left, and she knew that had to have been really hard, and then she came back kind of, and she knew Si wanted to make sure nothing happened to her. But she trusted David not to hurt her, and she knew David didn't want anything bad for her, and she knew she was safer walking home with him than alone. She knew it in her bones and in her marrow and in her very soul, assuming she had one, and she'd been thinking about that a lot lately since her session with Rey. She thought about it now, and the thoughts swirled in her mind like mist and maelstrom.
"Like the floorboards caving in," she agreed, because she hadn't been in love with Hugh, but she'd trusted him mostly, and maybe that was a mistake. But he'd learned what she was, and he'd never used it against her. And she knew her taste in men wasn't very good, but she'd liked the idea of the safety that came with a house and money, and he'd liked the idea of saving her, and it had been okay. It wasn't like her feelings now, the ones she didn't talk about and that had always been there, simmering and hidden and in the shadows, but it had been okay.
He bumped her from her reverie, and she smiled over at him as they began walking through thick trees. "I don't know. I think we're destined to cross paths at festivities," she said, and she knew he was right about leaving when she was lonely, but it wasn't as easy as that. "I'm lonely inside myself. It wasn't the party. The people there were nice," she said truthfully. "I waltzed!" Because she had, she had waltzed. And she gave him a knowing, knowing look when he said he was busy. "You mean you've been hurting people," she said more plainly, a shake of messy hair. "I met with a woman who climbed inside my head," she told him, as if that was a daily and natural occurence.