Who? Ava & Andy What? Ice cream! Conversations! Probably angst! Where? Ice cream shop not far from the complex. When? Backdated to yesterday. Why? Because of reasons. Rating: Moderate/low?
Ava was not sure what she was doing. Meeting Andy for ice cream was a stupid idea. What, exactly, was the point of it? Besides that, how well was he going to take the fact that he'd gone for ice cream with his killer, when he inevitably found out? And she knew he would - as much as she wanted to have that whole section of time erased, to forget it ever happened, it still had, and she didn't think Sam or, hell, Ruby, were going to keep that quiet.
So, there was all that. But it was also a stupid idea, even more, because this whole nice-guy routine, the fact that he claimed not to remember her killing him... it was the perfect setup for a trap. It's something she would have done. But, then again, he had never really seemed to have the tendency to think that way - he hadn't, before she'd killed him, anyway, and she didn't think he got to come back without the seal's help, so there was really no time for him to learn that like she had, and besides, he said he was from before that happened, didn't know it had happened.
So theoretically, it should be safe.
There was a demon about a half a mile away, and Ava reached for it with her mind, pressing a touch of control outward - an unspoken don't do anything and stay close - as she walked into the ice cream place. She was 'armed', now. Just in case.
She hoped she wouldn't need it. She did. As much as she didn't regret what she'd done in that place, she didn't intend to keep being like that, here. Not if the game truly was over - and she'd been here just long enough, now, to be starting to admit that maybe it really was. No yellow-eyed men had appeared in her dreams to talk to her (well aside from her nightmares, but that wasn't the same thing, there was a distinct difference between the nightmares and the visions and the visitations, all three were completely distinct from the others) - and none of the others had tried to kill her yet, either.
She hoped it was over.
She'd kept quiet for a long time, since arriving here - hiding away in the house that another version of herself had somehow owned, talking only, really, to Allana. The quiet and the isolation had helped her feel safer, taken the edge off her panic. Maybe she could go back to normal - at least, a little bit. Things would never be the same, but she could stop seeing everyone as a threat, stop being afraid.
Right now she wasn't afraid. Wary, maybe, a little, but she knew she'd be stupid not to be. Even if Andy wasn't a threat, she had to be ready. Always. Something else might happen. Someone else might come after her. She wasn't going to let her guard down.