Re: log, Stark Tower: Becky L/Steve R
[She expected him to just turn and go. Then she'd be alone again, or as alone as she could be surrounded by glass, and maybe if she closed her eyes and wished really hard this would all be a nightmare. But he didn't leave, and Becky stared with wide, wet eyes as the man paused and looked back at her. And then he said that Jonathan was going to be cremated, and she made a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh, borderline hysterical. Of course they would burn him, she thought. Can't risk infection. Fresh tears spilled over, and she swiped half heatedly at her eyes with the back of her hand. She told herself it didn't matter, that Jonathan was dead and gone and he couldn't feel anything anymore, but the thought of his body being set aflame made her want to give up right then and there, just collapse and let her grief consume her.
Everyone else saw the monster, but she'd seen the man in Jonathan Crane. She loved him, and she thought he loved her too. She believed he'd never, ever hurt her, but she didn't realize that all the drugs and the experiments, that this toxin, actually were hurt. She was blind to his faults and now he was gone, gone, and her life was over.
The man's question made her pause. She thought she'd heard him incorrectly, and little by little she approached the glass until she was close enough to reach out and brush it with her fingertips.] You would do that? [Her voice was hushed, tearful and wary.] Why?