Re: The Egyptian: Selina/Destiny
[Oh, he knew about those fights. He knew, too, that this woman valued her privacy so that the knowing that he and his siblings had would blister it uncomfortably. Stephanie valued her privacy too, though he tried to cater to it in ways so it seemed less like a violation. Like asking to visit. Like knocking. They weren't much, but they were something he could opt to do and so he did, with the foresight that there would one day be a time when it wouldn't be an option for him.
He nodded, simply, a bob of his head. It felt - it felt as though he should say more, like in those moments when he and his sister had fought and she needed something from him that he didn't know how to give. Compassion wasn't one of his strengths; it was a behavior that had to be learned and one he could only display, not feel, not to the point where it jeopardized his function.
And no words of compassion, or even honesty, would fix what had been broken. No, that was up to them, the humans that were left to work out their hurts and violations.] The subconscious is always relevant. [There were no smiles to mask the truth in the subconscious, but he didn't say that either.]
As do I. [He set the untouched glass of bourbon down, a shame he didn't get to taste it, but maybe she would drink it once he was gone.] If you should ever feel like asking, you know how to reach me. [And then he was gone with a rustle of unseen pages.]