Re: Gotham: Iris and Joey
[She knew he was studying her, could feel it in the silences between the words, even when she didn't look up to catch his gaze. She didn't know what he was seeing, couldn't say what sort of determinations he was making, but she knew that was up to him. She also knew that she had to give him the missing parts of the story before he could really make a decision about her. She wondered if it would be the same decision that he'd made the first time.
She smiled at his reassurance about drinking, knowing that she needed to be careful with it or end up a mess. She drank rarely enough that even a bit would likely have her lightheaded enough to make an embarrassment of herself. But she watched as the champagne was opened and the juice added, the sort of mixture that she remembered from when she was very small and her parents held brunch parties. She accepted the glass with a nod and then smiled as she smelled it. It took her a minute as childhood tried to steal her away again, but then she focused on Joey again.] Thank you.
[While the sleeves of her shirt were long, with the over-sized coat currently holding court over the furniture in the front room, they were loose enough to fall back when she lifted the glass to take a drink. And with that shift in material was revealed a still dark scar on one wrist that wrapped its way from the base of her thumb up under the fabric toward her forearm. The sleeve spilled high enough to reveal another four, short and sharp and parallel, across the back of her forearm. Gray knew all of her scars, and it had made her lax in covering them around strangers. Or in this case, family. But she was too distracted by the conversation to notice. The questions that she knew were coming, but that made her nervous.]
This is actually the first time we've met. In person. Before was just all in the journals. [She could answer that. That was the easy part.] What have you been told? Anything? ...A lot's happened.