Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
"It ain't—" The words, with their tones slightly edged, were cut back quickly. She needed to be careful here, she did, to not let the comfort of talking do the thing that it did.
That was the pattern. She'd go to a place, she'd spend time there, she'd talk herself into getting comfortable, and then she'd go make a mess of it by not minding the things that came out of her mouth and heart. Pair that alongside the fact that, of all the places she'd been, of all the people she'd met in, in the last few years, she was face to face with one of the very last people she'd want to be in that position in. At the same time though, that crossroads wasn't so clean as it normally was, given this being a thing Sadie got to talk on all of never...and there was another dash of quiet thrown in while she let all that, plus the swirl of feelings, settle down to something she trusted was safe.
"...It ain't like it only happened the once." She finally got the words out, but changed them she had. This wasn't some tightly wound up thing, like she was guarding some hole what served as a home, and Misha? She was certain as the day was long he was just being kind like. "Heard it plenty I 'ave, but as I see it, part of that's how I ended up here..." Now maybe that didn't seem like much a consolation in the face of what she was telling him but, to Sadie, there wasn't nothing she'd trade for this moment. Here she was, with a real friend like, in a place of her own, painting her nails while the smell of fresh cookies was slowly beginning to fill up the space.
It was just the kind of thing she'd been hunting for since everything had gone to pieces and Sadie, even in the face of this dialogue, was pleased as pleased got to be sitting right where she was.
Now, when Misha took the lead, talking about much the same kind of things Sadie was, she set her nail polish down to pay proper attention. Hearing him talk about his Ma'ma some, it diluted that twisted feeling and brought her back down the warm center she'd worked hard to protect and cultivate. There was a slight wash, a flexing toward center of her eyebrows, when Misha said his Foster folks weren't real kind, and her head bowed a little bit in understanding.
"I'm sorry to hear that and that you had to go through it." She meant what she said too and there was a touch of rarely expressed empathy in those words. "Your Ma'ma, tis' a testament to her and what she gave that you could come through a bad home bein' kind like you are." Which she very much meant. To hear him say he didn't miss his Foster Ma' none and his Da' only sometimes? Sadie could relate. Wasn't a day that had gone by where she didn't miss her Mom and siblings, the latter most of all, but...well, she could understand not missing pieces of it too and why that might happen.
She'd thought to reach across the space between them, to provide some kind of touch like he had earlier. There was a lot of comfort to take in a thing like that, but the over made it's chime to let Sadie know it was time to get up and fetch the tray from the small oven. Unpainted nails were pointedly wrapped in a towel (Sadie had never done well with heat and was extra careful when it came to possibly burning her fingers) and she let the cookies come to rest atop the stove as she smiled over at her company. Whatever dark shadows they might have been conjuring from their pasts, Sadie was sure as sure got that cookies would be just the thing to smooth and feathers what stayed ruffled.
"They need five more minutes." It was doled out in a sweet, soft, voice of practice and history, another less sharp page from her own past as she came back to sit across from him. She settled herself a little closer than before but nothing that'd be smothering and was content to join him in talk of things that were more smile inducing than not.
"Likes a good party, never makes a lady stand? S'prolly a good thing ye' never met Gran'ma'ma..." Sadie teased now, smiling again. "She mighta tried to keep you, never let you leave, and put you to work educatin' folks." A quiet moment to follow then, while Sadie thought for a minute some, but kept the notion quiet about how maybe they were all friends together somewhere now. "But you'da ne'er gone hungry, tha's for sure."