Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R
[He knew that he wasn't good at this - at comfort - but he tried even though he usually did the wrong thing. It wasn't for a lack of caring and maybe that just made it a bit more bearable.
But did he know?
Like he knew what he was bad at, he knew her position, how close she was to him, what she was wearing, that her voice was hoarse from emotion rather than laughter. He knew, too, what had happened and that it wasn't abnormal, it was normal in a horrifying way and came with the sense that while it was normal, it was dreadfully wrong.]
Yes. [Said slowly, like the air hissing out of a tire.] And no. Mostly yes. [The phone again and the constant influx of information about everything going on in the world - and maybe saying that they were 'something else' was a dramatic understatement of cosmic proportions. He shifted his body so he was facing her, even though he couldn't see her and stretched out an arm for a hug if she wanted it, his hand if she wanted that instead.]