Re: NM: Cat & Leena
The laugh -- the laugh was good, and something fizzled in her like she'd done something good, something right, and her hands went from tight to loose in the pockets of her hoodie. It wouldn't last, that feeling, but it never did.
They went tight again at the mention of therapy. "I did a little bit when I got to Repose, enough to get my meds again, but that's it," she said quietly, a confession of sorts. Leena knew she should have done more, kept going, but it had been at the clinic and she hadn't wanted to pay, or put down the roots that the truth and a therapist required. "It is." It meant her dreams were both worse and different now, and little things that before would just make her uncomfortable left her tense and on the verge of a panic attack now.
They said that was normal, that it was a part of the process, and while she believed them, she also wanted to stab them in the eye. Not that she ever said that.
Sushi and cornbread were easier. "It's sort of corn-ish, but mostly tasty. Sweet and buttery." Her stomach gave a little gurgle, and her eyes lifted at the question. "Not hungry, mostly. No appetite. I had food, but I kept myself busy trying not to think, and then I wouldn't eat, and then I was too tired to bother. It got easier to not think about it." This part wasn't bad, but she still exhaled a little heavier, and one hand lifted to scratch at her scalp, just above her ear. "Then it all tasted like cardboard and it was just easier not to bother." Her shoulders rolled a little in a shrug. "You can't really understand someone's motivations until you ask, but I'll remember that."
What was interpreted wasn't always right, and Leena knew that her own interpretations had the same shortcoming. She wiggled her toe into the grout between tiles for another minute before rushing forward again. "Down this hall are our rooms," but she didn't take Cat down it. It wasn't one of the places that she wasn't allowed, but they were more of a private area in her mind, and even though some of the doors were open, she didn't know if the other patients would be bothered by it. "They're double suites, so we can have a little privacy, but we aren't alone." It was a big thing here and for good reason. "How are things back at Repose? I hear a little bit, but I haven't really been paying attention."