Feb. 9th, 2009

thewordofweb: (your emotional mess: by lightpainting)
Occasionally, there are odd things to be witnessed when spending time in the halls of the Homestead. For the moment, I'm pacing in and out of my room with a pen in my mouth, trying to regain the fight for vocabulary and determine how to describe that first jump into Normandy. And that'd been when I saw her.

Of course, I'd heard. Part of me thinks Skinny had been deliberately loud to get back at me. But the thing is, I guess I hadn't expected her to look like that.

When I'm good and sure she's gone, I knock on Skinny's door, still chewing on the pen and waiting patiently to be received, my question barely hesitating. "Skinny?" I call out. "Was she some kind of deliberate thing to screw with my head?"

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