Kimberly Corman hearts nerds (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cheatingdeath) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg, |
The way Elliot looked after Kimberly had offered her a seat was not lost upon Kimberly. For a single, fleeting moment, Kimberly thought maybe she was off the hook and the other woman would politely decline and Kimberly could be her skittish, withdrawn self again without having to worry about putting up a front. It seemed like there was no one here she could really be herself around; not even Connor. She put on the biggest show for Connor, really, which wasn't entirely fair to him, but it was all she could do to keep from scaring him off completely. If he had any idea how really and truly wrecked she was on the inside, he'd run like hell, she thought.
She noticed, too, the way Elliot looked over to where Connor was sitting and she stiffened wondering whether the tall, pretty blonde was looking at Connor or Andy. Let it be Andy, she found herself thinking as her eyes followed Elliot's and she gave Connor a somewhat pained sort of smile that said, look: I'm trying. Only because you want me to, but I really am trying.
But she tore her eyes away from him and looked back at Elliot as she felt the other woman sit beside her on the bleachers. "Yeah, I guess..." she said softly, looking down at her plate and pushing a few things around with her fingers. "I read some stuff in that book that makes me think Connor and I weren't the only ones suffering the other day..." she murmured. "That really sucks, though. Is it always like that?" she asked, looking up at Elliot again with genuine, albeit nervous, curiosity. "Did you end up in the tanks, too? Or were you one of the people standing outside staring back at them with empty eyes?" She really and truly tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Whether or not she'd been successful, she had no idea.