It would be a whole lot easier if Eleanor knew basically anything about her brother's reincarnate. Good or bad, hero or villain, somewhere in between. Whoever they were, were they the reason that Aaron was missing? Were they the 'type' that groups like the Resistance attracted?
She felt ill again, just for a moment, but the heat of fresh coffee between her clammy fingers and Spence's comforting presence did a lot to keep her momentarily centered. That was no small feat, considering how all over the map she'd been lately. The last month had been one huge blur to her, outside of the bubble she lived in where all she lived and breathed these days was the desire to find her brother. That need eclipsed virtually everything else in Eleanor's life, even when it came to the smallest of things. Like her meds. Had she remembered to take her meds today? Things started to get so wonky if she wasn't always remembering to take them at the same time every day.
Also eating, that was a big one. She'd remember to do that too eventually but hardly ever before she was suddenly so overcome with hunger that she ate whatever she could get her hands on and often in disgustingly large amounts so that in the end she was left with a stomach ache for her troubles. Thankfully Eleanor wasn't in danger of that particular habit at that moment and therefore mercifully sparing Spence of that not-so-attractive impression of her before she left his company.
Eleanor's stomach did emit the tiniest of growls, though, at the additional sugary scents of donuts very near to her nose. Eleanor did actually take cream and sugar with her coffee, but she couldn't be bothered to rectify that now, and dipping a donut into it worked just as well for an added sugar fix. She took a long sip of the drink in between her hands first, relishing in the liquid heat that slowly smoothed its way down her throat as she swallowed. Even without cream and sugar, that was good coffee, Eleanor instantly felt a part of herself be revived a little that must have just been asleep before now.
Closing her eyes briefly, Eleanor opened them again when he answered her question, trying not to wince openly at the remark about her brother. The knowledge that he may have purposely kept this from her still stung something awful. "I just don't know why he wouldn't tell me," Eleanor frowned, looking at the mug in her hands more than at Spence as she spoke. "I would have understood. I could have..."
Trailing off, she still mostly avoided Spence's gaze as she nervously reached for a donut and tore off a piece to dip in her coffee before eating it while she thought. The sugar rush was just as needed as the caffeine apparently, and feeling somewhat rejuvenated, Eleanor felt like she could think a little more clearly. At least more so than she had all morning. He was being so candid with her, even about himself, that it seemed unfair to hold anything back from him. That wasn't why she opened up to him, though, as much as she would like to say that it was.
The truth is, she wanted to tell him everything. And he made her feel like she could.
Finishing chewing and then swallowing the rest of the bite down, Eleanor glanced back up at him, mildly distressed by the nature of her confession and all of the confusion it had made for her thus far. "I'm one too. Very recently. Only a few weeks ago, actually. She doesn't really seem much like me, though, I don't think I got as lucky as you with your special agent."
She smiled sadly after a moment, the irony of her becoming a reincarnate after Aaron's disappearance and his own reincarnation seeming to only now sink in. "We never did like to do things without the other."