[They'll get there in due time, she thinks. She has a lot of questions surrounding Leon's death and what the academy (it looked like a school, anyway) represented and everything but it'll come in time. She gets it. Not everyone is as open and honest as she is. But she can at least help them get there. She watches his hands, carefully gauging his mood as he continues.]
Anyone who would laugh at you for that is pretty messed up. [She sounds a little disgusted by the notion, actually.] I don't think it's anything to really be ashamed of, you know? For a long time I hated looking at pictures of myself whenever they showed up in magazines and after what happened I didn't speak to the rest of my friends for days until I knew I wanted to help them. You could cover the mirrors in your apartment for a while if that would help. [A light smile. Don't do that, Leon.]
But you're welcome. [She looks a bit surprised at her words being thrown back at her though.] It's…complicated. But I think you're right. [She looks away, mildly embarrassed then.] Let's finish lunch, okay?
[His tone is softer now, and after a moment, he reaches across the table to put one of his hands over one of hers and squeeze it. Briefly, gently, before pulling back to pick up his drink again.]
It's complicated, but it's gonna work out! We're doing fine so far, right? And no way am I covering up my mirrors . . . how would I do my hair?
[He laughs and goes back to his drink, managing a sip around his smile. There's a sense of relief he can feel in the air, and he wants to soak in it and enjoy all of this while they can. And maybe it's true—it'll work out. It'll totally work out!
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Anyone who would laugh at you for that is pretty messed up. [She sounds a little disgusted by the notion, actually.] I don't think it's anything to really be ashamed of, you know? For a long time I hated looking at pictures of myself whenever they showed up in magazines and after what happened I didn't speak to the rest of my friends for days until I knew I wanted to help them. You could cover the mirrors in your apartment for a while if that would help. [A light smile. Don't do that, Leon.]
But you're welcome. [She looks a bit surprised at her words being thrown back at her though.] It's…complicated. But I think you're right. [She looks away, mildly embarrassed then.] Let's finish lunch, okay?
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[His tone is softer now, and after a moment, he reaches across the table to put one of his hands over one of hers and squeeze it. Briefly, gently, before pulling back to pick up his drink again.]
It's complicated, but it's gonna work out! We're doing fine so far, right? And no way am I covering up my mirrors . . . how would I do my hair?
[He laughs and goes back to his drink, managing a sip around his smile. There's a sense of relief he can feel in the air, and he wants to soak in it and enjoy all of this while they can. And maybe it's true—it'll work out. It'll totally work out!
He feels more and more like it will.]