[Seven][During
this. She's holed up in the room she's been staying in on the first floor, door closed. She's mostly been sleeping the days away (except for Saturday, when she had Tommy take her to the nearest drug store to get a Father's Day card to give Seven on Sunday - from Bean). Devi is only sometimes allowed in the room, depending on Marta's mood.
Abrupt, and with no lead-in.]
I have a half-sister.
[Hels][It comes with no accompanying message: a photo of Seven, hair long and loose around his face, scruffy and in need of a shave, obviously asleep with his mouth open slightly. He's half-reclined into the corner of the couch, one sock-clad foot propped on the coffee table in front of him. He's at just the right angle for him to hold Bean on his chest, the angle of the photo just catching the chub of her cheek below a mess of dark hair. Seven's hand is wide and protective over her back. One of the dogs has climbed onto the couch next to Seven, had also been asleep with its head on his thigh, but the photo catches one sleepy eye cracking open to look at the camera.]