Re: Jack/Leena
I do my best not to talk to him at all, and when I do, I just pretend I'm a robot. One sister, I guess, but she's the overly familiar one that freaks me out. And she's only like spoken to me a couple of times ever, and the last time I was in the middle of a panic attack and it's all just shit.
Well, you are a reporter.
But -- it's sort of your past, but also your future. You can control your future. Make different choices, pick different options. And never fall in love, unless they love you first.
You ate snails??? Oh no. Oh no. I am mostly horrified. Like, 95% horrified, and 5% intrigued because snails.
I've never planted brussel sprouts, so I won't feed them to any deer. Or rabbits. Or other woodland creatures that may or may not be cute.
No, the starving to death thing is morose. The tube thing is medical-gross, but they've got some sort of crazy ass chef here that makes everything delicious and soon I'm going to have to start running again before my ass becomes the size of New Mexico.
Mostly, because you were a bit twinkly as a ghost. It was nice.
I have to go for lessons, because I'm not sure if I've ever been or not, and I just got my phone back. They took it away when I was admitted, they do it for everyone, and once they think we're okay to start interacting at a distance, we can have it back. Little steps.