[Sasha lets that process before going in to change, as well. It's not until they're looking back to themselves that she really speaks again. Well, not that Jon's looking like himself. At all. Actually, as much as she recognizes him, she can't say that he's the same person she knows. Same poor sense of humor, same tactlessness, sure. But otherwise...]
Why wouldn't I feel like myself?
[He's holding something back. Multiple somethings, more likely, but Sasha doesn't pry quite yet. She gets the feeling that once she opens that door, there's no going back. And it's not...exactly a door she wants to open. She's afraid of what's behind it.]
I feel fine. I mean, as fine as can be expected. What about you? You look...well, your outfit's nice.
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[Sasha lets that process before going in to change, as well. It's not until they're looking back to themselves that she really speaks again. Well, not that Jon's looking like himself. At all. Actually, as much as she recognizes him, she can't say that he's the same person she knows. Same poor sense of humor, same tactlessness, sure. But otherwise...]
Why wouldn't I feel like myself?
[He's holding something back. Multiple somethings, more likely, but Sasha doesn't pry quite yet. She gets the feeling that once she opens that door, there's no going back. And it's not...exactly a door she wants to open. She's afraid of what's behind it.]
I feel fine. I mean, as fine as can be expected. What about you? You look...well, your outfit's nice.