[ She'd thought this all would be temporary. All the evidence pointed to it. Yet, after all the dust cleared and things were back to normal--well, "normal"--she was still here.
Alone.
Not completely, of course. Part of her didn't want to acknowledge it, but now the only connection to home she had left was across the hall from her. Comforting, in a vague, uncomfortable way.
Maybe it's her programming. Maybe she needs a friend? Who knows what makes her reach out to him. There's still a lot she's trying to make sense of. ]
...You okay?
[ She'd been tempted to only ask about Jericho, but she's not that heartless. ]
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evening of 12/27, MAOT :D
Alone.
Not completely, of course. Part of her didn't want to acknowledge it, but now the only connection to home she had left was across the hall from her. Comforting, in a vague, uncomfortable way.
Maybe it's her programming. Maybe she needs a friend? Who knows what makes her reach out to him. There's still a lot she's trying to make sense of. ]
...You okay?
[ She'd been tempted to only ask about Jericho, but she's not that heartless. ]
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