Re: diner: cat/holly/eddie
Cat caught the distrust from the girl immediately. Before this little alteration to her makeup, she would've been hurt. She would've been so hurt she would've had trouble thinking past it, but hurt was less impactful on a psyche without scars, and she just added that distrust to the running tally. "Somebody's couch. How informative." For all that she was young, that her voice sounded young, the tone was too old and wizened to belong to a girl with so much youth in her face. "My daughter looks older than I do, actually." Her smile was quip and lush, but it was easier this way. If Holly had looked at her with all the trust of five years past? Well, Cat might;ve ended up crying into the coffee mug that was deposited in front of her.
She cupped the mug with both hands, and she chuckled at Eddie's comment about wear and tear. Oh, don't worry, Edison, she wasn't going to let you weasel away so easily. She knew what the other side of this particular conundrum looked like. She knew what it was like to have someone you'd already dissected entirely come back looking different. It took some getting used to, but she wasn't going anywhere while he came to terms with it.
But, the girl across the table? Cat still wasn't sure. Hypocrisy, hello. "They said you were dead. We looked. You were dead." No point ignoring the elephant in the room, and she sipped her coffee. "Eddie's right about this town. Venture out to the Capital, and it's even harder. I was never big on trust back home, but you need people you can count on here. If that's us, wonderful. If it's not? That's fine too, but you need someone. We all do here."