Re: Audrey/Hannah: Tea
Hannah was affectionate, and she always had been. She took after Mom, and she brushed back Audrey's hair as they sat and the other girl neared and neared. Molly hadn't been really, really affectionate, but she'd been solid. She'd been a tree planted deep, and that was what Hannah remembered after Mom's death. Molly, filling in, and growing up much too soon. And then she'd gone and tried to save the world, and she'd died, and it still wasn't a good day for siblings.
She didn't know what she needed. She knew she was sad that she couldn't talk to Jamie or Mars right, and that David was lost to his own demons and forgot about them all in huge spans of time, and so many things happened as time passed and passed, and he was lost to them during that progression. And one day they'd be old and gone, and David might notice then. But she was feeling sorry for herself, and she knew that too. And Si, Si was overwhelmed, and Hannah knew that, but she only knew how to be herself, and it made her sad.
But, here, she picked up her tea again, and she took a sip. It was still warm, and the room was still safe, and it was okay. Even tiny, tiny conversations, like this one about sex and love and dancing naked in front of windows, made things better, and Hannah smiled when Audrey said she'd always be here. She didn't contradict or say that might not be true, and maybe it would be true. Maybe everything would be good and safe and fine, and she wanted to believe that for a minute. So she believed it, because she chose to believe it, in that space between sips. Sip, sip, sip.