Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} indelibleink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2013-06-05 15:55:00 |
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What: A talk and HG avoiding a certain topic.
When: After this exchange
Where: HG's
Warnings: Angst galore, largely from HG's side, anything else TBA
Not many people would notice the difference, but Helena was slightly better with Myka being back. Even if she was still going to keep the past relationship a secret, Helena was more than glad to have her friend back, the woman who knew her better than anyone else. Which was also part of the reason Helena needed to be careful when they were around each other. Myka could read her like no one else could, and she needed to ensure that she didn't let certain things slip yep. No doubt Myka would be able to tell she was keeping something a secret, but in Helena's favor was the fact she had several such "secrets" to tell Myka and hopefully those would help curb any pointed questioning on the deeper secret she held for the time being. She knew she couldn't just not tell her at all, Myka deserved to know why Helena was so sad, but revealing such a thing now was a bad idea.
Upon receiving Myka's initial text message, Helena braced herself and stuck with vague references. Hopefully opening up about some other things would help ease the burden she carried. After Myka was on her way over, Helena glanced around at her sitting room. Currently it looked more like a disaster area. Crumpled paper with discarded story ideas, half-finished sketches for inventions that went through her mind and various other things were strewn on the floor. There was also the remnants of a destroyed invention scattered on the floor. She had pulverized the poor, unsuspecting thing a couple nights earlier in a fit of frustration and emotional turmoil. Standing up from her couch, Helena picked up as many of the paper balls as she could and tossed them in a waste bin, though there were still some strewn around. She then went and gathered the remnants of an invention, she couldn't even remember what it was supposed to be, and set them in a box. She had taken some parts from her area of Anakin's workroom so she could work on things here when she couldn't sleep and didn't want to leave her room. She grabbed a partially finished grappler and set it in the box as well as what was the shell of what looked to be a sonic screwdriver from Doctor Who. She set the box down near the fireplace, then she grabbed a few notebooks and a couple books, one covering the topic of Biochemistry and the other covering Differential Calculus. She put them in an orderly stack on the table before she picked her tea back up and took a drink of it.
Grappler was draped on the back of the couch, lazily eyeing Helena as she did a quick version of cleaning. Given Myka was in the room next to her, she didn't have much time to actually put things away. Reaching out, Helena pet Grappler and debated putting her in her bedroom and closing the door so Myka wouldn't have to deal with her if she didn't want to. But that thought was interrupted by a knock, which she knew could only be Myka. Striding to the door, Helena opened it, a smile finding its way to her face without any effort on her own behalf despite the fact she was very much not okay at the moment. No doubt she looked a bit out of sorts given the news about Clint and James had sent her reeling again.
"Come in," she invited, moving out of the way to let Myka in.