Re: Lunch
Audrey taps her fork on the side of her plate for a second, then sets it down, reaches for the side of her chair, hooks the back of her ankles on the side of Bruce's chair, and drags hers closer to his. "My thought," she's talking a little more quietly now, "is that it's not all bad to let yourself feel that. Maybe not all of it, for you, but like... systematic desensitization, just a fraction at a time. That's how horror treats phobias and increases the response time of semi-dormant survival instincts. The fact that I've seen Texas Chainsaw Massacre thirty-seven times might be the reason I'm alive right now. So if you ever want to face a fear or two... I'm game. I think, either way, you and I have a lot in common and we can help each other here. Or at least be a much-needed friend."