Re: Jamie & Hannah (& open to any Mayer+ types): kitchen
After the roof, and Hannah was inside.
She was still wrapped up in Mom's shawl, and she'd tugged the borrowed, white socks she wore up over and over, tugging them past shins beneath the dress that probably made her stand out. And she was okay standing out. Sometimes, standing out made her feel more honest than her perpetual pretense of fitting in, of being like everyone else, of not spending her mornings in a bed and paralyzed with fear, of not seeing the dead woman in the corner, of not being dead. But, mostly, it wasn't about not being alive; it was about being odd, and she'd always been, but people either acted like she wasn't normal, or they acted like she was, and both things felt wrong in ways that branched out in different directions within the girl with the shawl and too-big socks.
She padded into the kitchen with a song on her lips, one that matched what was playing from the speaker perched on the living room table. And she'd never been a very good singer. She hit the right notes, but her voice was unremarkable, and the point wasn't to sound good. It was just a careless sort of messiness, like the shawl falling off her shoulder and dragging behind her, and her hair gone messy from the night air. And in the middle of this singing, she entered the kitchen and encountered her brother. Too thin, still, and she hadn't talked to him about it since the record store. But the thought came right back, a tide returning after being gone, and she really hadn't looked around yet to know who was here and who wasn't. Maybe if she didn't look, Si would show up. She should keep an eye out for David, though, and for Mars, and she thought about that now. Belated, because she was a little scattered always.
But Hannah, being Hannah, stopped and smiled. Hugged her brother tight, and then rocked back on her heels and in defiance of any requirement for personal space. And Hannah had always been affectionate that way; it was nothing new, out of the ordinary, or strange, not to her. "Hi!" She looked around him. Over one shoulder and then the other. "You're by yourself?"