Re: Audrey/Hannah: Tea
She didn't mean to be the one who needs consoling, she didn't, and honestly it wasn't needed. She was learning it was okay to feel through things, but by bit. "I know it's not bad, you goose." She sniffed. "I just--I guess I wanted to hear from you, instead of assuming it's anything? To know that's how you feel and what you think it's important. I don't understand, I probably can't--and it is okay, and I'm here even when I don't, that's what I was getting at."
Audrey listened again and nodded slowly. She didn't know horrors of bent-neck ladies or haunted families, or what dragged people away in the dark of night, but dammit she listened as best as she could. "...alright. Thank you, for telling me." So she knew, to some degree, so she was prepared as she could be. Some times she saw it, this strain in Hannah, like focusing through that fog she seemed to wander in hurt. To find this tunnel of light she was unaccustomed to, and it wasn't bad--it was just different, and Audrey may never understand it, but Hannah knew that and accepted her anyway, even when it pained her. Audrey's hands stayed.
"Even when you go away, in any form. You've always got a place with me, okay?" Maybe she didn't say the right things, but it was the truth of it. Hannah was part of her life, even if there was a line she could never fully cross to comprehend.
"Oh," Audrey's cheeks flushed a bit. "Um. Well." Hands were pulled back and Audrey reached for her own tea. "So, the memories. I--well, I had a few. But one---okay, when was your first time?" It rushed out of her mouth before she could stop it. "I mean, having sex. I mean." Ugh, Audrey took a large gulp of her now warm tea for courage, deep breath. "How old were you when you first had sex and did you like it?"