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Lydia Martin personifies (eunoia) wrote in paradisolog,

It wasn't worth arguing over, Lydia decided. If Isaac was convinced that Allison didn't love him, then nothing that Lydia could say was going to change that and maybe it wasn't her place, anyway. She looked down and sniffed as she nodded before looking back up at him again when he moved to brush her hair behind her ear. "I'm not...I'm just pregnant," she sighed.

She'd known Isaac a little; he wasn't a stranger, or anything. But she'd never really known him and seeing that sadness in his eyes was difficult. In Lydia's opinion, he was such a good person and he'd spent too long feeling like he wasn't. She just didn't know if there was anything she could say to change his mind and show him that he was important here. The things he was doing in the camp, they were important. Contributing to the effort to repopulate was important.

Trying to be there for her was important.

"I didn't used to see what she saw in you," Lydia started softly, "not, like physically. You're a good looking guy, like a really good looking guy, but I mean I didn't know you like she did. But I see it, now." She gave him a weak smile. "You care so much about people. And I know that for you, that probably feels like a weakness, but for someone on the outside looking in, it's a pretty amazing thing. She saw that before any of the rest of us did. I wish I'd seen it sooner, but better late than never, right...?" she asked, taking his hand gently off her shoulder. She was still sore, but he didn't need to take it the whole time they talked; that wasn't his job. It wasn't his problem and the pain was certainly manageable.