Re: Dream: Selina & Tony Old injuries. She didn't ask, because even young? The kitten understood about pride, and she understood about not showing your belly. She understood, but she looked at him, all clarity in mossy green, and she would remember. When this ended, when the cave faded away, and when the threats beyond were long, long gone? She'd remember.
Oh, she was scarred all over. Not now, but somewhere else, another time, and she only vaguely knew. She certainly didn't think about it, because it would just be more things not to look forward to, more failures, more loss. But she understood, and she would remember.
And he paced, and she watched, gaze dropping to the nudged pages. The suit turned, and she ignored it in a way she shouldn't. After all, this little kitten? She didn't know about suits and the men that flew around inside them.
No, she paid attention to him, to the man in the damp space with her. "Would that nerdy doctor know?" She asked it with the disdain of the rejected, but she already knew she'd reach out; it was important. More important than not being wanted, and that was starting to feel like something she should get used to. Even that rich boy hadn't replied to her, hadn't chased, and why did that feel like old bones?
But this, what she'd just learned, was important enough that the dream began to curl in on itself at the corners. She reached for his hand, and she squeezed his fingers with youthful desperation that she would never show in the waking world. "You have to fight. Okay?"