Re: [The grills: Castor & Pollux]
"I think maybe feelings can be wrong. I know that's not the right thing to say, but don't we feel things people don't mean us to feel all the time? And don't we say things that other people misinterpret and feel wrong about all the time?" Hannah knew there was true evil in the world. She knew you didn't even need to turn over rocks to find it, and sometimes it was right there, right there and sitting where everyone could see, and she knew that. "I'm not really good at saying what people want to hear," she admitted, and for all that she was sunshine and cornflower smiles, she really, really wasn't any good at saying the polite things that hurt less.
"Disagreeing is terrible!" she continued. "No one likes it. Most people think their way is the truth, and anything else is wrong, and then they try to convince you of why you're wrong. Why can't we just think different? Religion is like that, and so is politics, and so is love. Those are three things people don't like it when you disagree about." No qualms, the words were true and delivered with a touch of color to her cheeks. It was one of the most annoying things she'd learned about life, is that sometimes people just wouldn't let you believe whatever you believed.
She held onto the plate as he piled it with kabobs. "I'm glad we're here too. I'm glad you were my Castor for a few weeks," she added, not caring about possessiveness and not really realizing it made some people uncomfortable. "I'm really glad you like how I look at things. You should talk to my friend, Reece, he looks at things really interesting too, and he doesn't have many friends," she added, because Hannah was forever making introductions, and she just liked the idea of her special people meeting other special people too. "Eddie too. He runs the arcade, and he's unique. I met him the last time we had one of these secret things when people talked to each other. And if you don't have a lot of friends, they'd make good new ones." Share, share, share, and thought those two people would like him, and she thought he'd like them.
She carried the kabobs to the table, and she put the plate down, and then she sat and plucked up a kabob between her fingers and took a few bites in content silence. She chased it with a sip of beer, and she smiled at him. "Good! They're good. Something new," she told him, and it was true. Her eyes were bright and lit like Christmas baubles, and everything was new for Hannah. "You can meet Mars, and Jamie, and David, but I don't think they'll get together. Well, Jamie will. He works at the Cat and dances ballet and he's really friendly. Mars won't come where I am, but I'm working on that! And David's a little bit unique. He loved my sister like gravity loves pinning people to the ground, and he hasn't been the same since she was killed."
She liked his smirk a lot. "You can stay mysterious, though. I kind of like it a little bit."
A nod followed. "I like reading best, and I haven't ever been camping or taken even one real picture, one that wasn't a selfie."
He talked about a 'her,' and she tipped her head, ear to shoulder and curiosity in blue. "Is she a special friend? Don't get mad at me for asking! Some people get mad, but I don't think anyone needs a special friend to be happy. I'm just asking if she is one." She smiled. "And I'm lending you my friends, so it'll be even better. Reece and Eddie. Say hi. They both know I'm really weird, and they won't think anything of me sending people to greet them."