Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[The bruise on Sam's cheek was on the side farthest from Iris, and it took a sharper turn of her face to draw into sharp relief the striations of purple and yellow that the orderly at the facility had left behind on her jaw. But that didn't matter, yeah? She wasn't sedated heavily enough, even after the shit with Meredith and the failed note to Neil, to not notice that Iris mentioned years, and it made her sister's older appearance something that was more prominent, yeah? The topic of conversation or whatever, and it was better than talking about Joey.
Anything was better than talking about Joey.
Sam plinked another key, slow and thoughtful.] So, you went home or something? [Because that was the first assumption, yeah? Home, though Sam knew a thing or two about time passing in an Arkham cell in Gotham, though that shit was something that felt like another life, fuzzy in the way of hotel bullshit, and she rarely claimed it and never fucking talked about it. Only two people had seen her then - Neil and Lou - and they weren't going to bring it up either, so like Micah and Ian, those were forgotten things and forgotten days.]
How long? [She depressed four keys in order, a slow rendition of a downward scale.]