Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[Sam wasn't going to hit anyone. She wasn't going to break noses or beat in faces. She'd forgotten Micah and, since it was all confused in her mind, all tied together in some inexorable fucking way, she'd forgotten Ian too. It wasn't the fucking wish; not anymore. It was her own mind now, taking the fuck over and refusing to remember the things Valentine's Day had taken. It was coping; it was not fucking shattering, and it meant she had no reason to do anything to her sister. Sure, she could tell shit was missing. Swiss cheese mind, and she shied away from anything that felt like it was coming near one of those holes. Knowing she'd done this, knowing she'd gotten Joey killed, it would be too much. Shit, nearly everything already was, and she could feel that in her marrow. She didn't ask why, no fucking way.
So, she just watched Iris in the space. Watched Iris avoid eye contact with the guards. Watched Iris deal with Abuelita.
Sam moved over a little so Iris could sit on the bench with room between their shoulders, and she looked over at her.] Hey. [She plunked a key with one finger, and the sound resonated in the opulent space.] The guards are fine, yeah? Neil's just freaked I'll dive out the window or go get a tar ball.