Awkward. Carol hated feeling awkward, even if it happened more than she'd like to let on. She stared at the photo she had shown John and shrugged. "Yeah. For a while, this was all I had to remember my old life. Everything I knew about myself was in here after the Kree fucked with my head. And there are still those chunks that are missing, but this was where it started- I mean, really started coming together." She reached in and pulled out a photo of Monica and her. "So, that's Maria and I at the first Pancho's, and this..this is Monica and I dressed up for Halloween. I was Jannis Jolin. Obviously."
There was a mirth when she said it, remembering that night vaguely, but it was fun- the bits she did remember.
Carol read John and realized she should probably go on. "This was the only family I ever really knew. I can't remember as much about them as I want to. And....I left them behind years ago telling them I was coming back," she sighed. "I know it's too late to go back to this I don't know who the woman in these photos even is. And it's scary to try to move on and start over with anyone else because I always feel that might be crossing the line. Sleeping with someone and feeling for something are two very different things. It's been easier not to get attached."