[ of course they can talk. they should always be able to talk, even when they can't, and she hopes that the sincerity in his voice doesn't slide away into a glass of alcohol once they start getting deeper into conversation.
she smiles, corners of her mouth quirking, even if it never reaches her eyes, nodding a few times at his offer. she wants to get into anything that isn't a paper gown. her heart aches when he says it's good to see her. god she's missed him so fucking much, and she isn't able to reply with that yet, trying to will away more tears as they well up.
she turns with him to start walking, shaky and unsteady, a hand moving to latch onto his that's farther away, crossing over his body, wanting to keep that connection for a multitude of reasons.
seeing him had been one hell of a rush, her brain on alert even if her body is slow to respond, so margo listens intently. ] Forty. [ a statement, her eyes hopeful but pressing and demanding. don't be like penny 23, el, come on, you've gotta be alive and be her eliot. she does leave a few seconds for him to confirm or deny. ]
The last thing? I...was helping Josh. With some werewolf shit. And...you. [ her voice falters, stomach sinks. vulnerability, it's the worst, she hates that she has to say it. but if he's from her future, maybe it won't sting as hard if he already knows? ] Were possessed by that monster, were off galivanting as Darth Eliot.
[ she can't help the sharp edge to her words, though she squeezes his hand tenderly too. ]
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she smiles, corners of her mouth quirking, even if it never reaches her eyes, nodding a few times at his offer. she wants to get into anything that isn't a paper gown. her heart aches when he says it's good to see her. god she's missed him so fucking much, and she isn't able to reply with that yet, trying to will away more tears as they well up.
she turns with him to start walking, shaky and unsteady, a hand moving to latch onto his that's farther away, crossing over his body, wanting to keep that connection for a multitude of reasons.
seeing him had been one hell of a rush, her brain on alert even if her body is slow to respond, so margo listens intently. ] Forty. [ a statement, her eyes hopeful but pressing and demanding. don't be like penny 23, el, come on, you've gotta be alive and be her eliot. she does leave a few seconds for him to confirm or deny. ]
The last thing? I...was helping Josh. With some werewolf shit. And...you. [ her voice falters, stomach sinks. vulnerability, it's the worst, she hates that she has to say it. but if he's from her future, maybe it won't sting as hard if he already knows? ] Were possessed by that monster, were off galivanting as Darth Eliot.
[ she can't help the sharp edge to her words, though she squeezes his hand tenderly too. ]