Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[Sam watched the fingers hover, but she was sedated enough not to pull away or anything. She just watched them drop, and Iris had always been less emotive than the rest of them, yeah? She watched the fingers fall away, and then she looked up with unfocused and inky blue when Iris explained she went to another version of Gotham, and she almost said 'me too,' yeah? But she didn't, because then that shit would be real again, and she was getting really fucking good at just pretending shit wasn't there or whatever. She didn't want to explain, so she didn't say anything about it at all.]
Are you sorry you're back? [It was blunt, if slow or whatever. She couldn't tell with Iris, but she'd never been good at figuring Iris' shit out. But seven years, that was some fucking time, and she remembered what that felt like too. Coming back after that long away, and no one knowing what the fuck to do with you. Different, yeah? That much time changed people.
Her finger lifted off the piano key, and she moved slow enough not to be threatening. Simple, and without getting her ass off the piano bench, she just wrapped her arms around her sister and gave her a hug. A glomp, really, because Sam wasn't delicate, even fucking drugged to high heaven.]