Oh, good, I'm glad you're not gonna pick a shitty leaf.
[ Gideon doesn't quite smile back, but a corner of her mouth does twitch upward. Just a tiny bit, like a weed pushing through the sidewalk. It's easier to make a dumb joke than it is to admit that maybe she does need to sit down, that dying is upsetting and exhausting and is never as cool as it is in the comics. She still sits, more out of an effort to not upset Daniel than anything else.
While Daniel makes the tea, Gideon picks at a scab on her knee instead of answering his question. When she does finally respond, she's quieter, her voice weighed down by shame. ]
They're not so bad, anymore. Mostly I'm just. Cold. [ numb. feeling nothing, at last, and somehow that's worse. ] And I bleed a little easier. It's not a big deal.
[ To be looked after is to be studied, Gideon has always figured. She doesn't need Daniel looking too closely, lest he realize how rotten and pathetic she is, deep down. ]
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[ Gideon doesn't quite smile back, but a corner of her mouth does twitch upward. Just a tiny bit, like a weed pushing through the sidewalk. It's easier to make a dumb joke than it is to admit that maybe she does need to sit down, that dying is upsetting and exhausting and is never as cool as it is in the comics. She still sits, more out of an effort to not upset Daniel than anything else.
While Daniel makes the tea, Gideon picks at a scab on her knee instead of answering his question. When she does finally respond, she's quieter, her voice weighed down by shame. ]
They're not so bad, anymore. Mostly I'm just. Cold. [ numb. feeling nothing, at last, and somehow that's worse. ] And I bleed a little easier. It's not a big deal.
[ To be looked after is to be studied, Gideon has always figured. She doesn't need Daniel looking too closely, lest he realize how rotten and pathetic she is, deep down. ]