You, Me, and the Devil Makes Three (closed)

[Interstellar Bun]

Part of her was glad he was asking if she was alright or not, the other part? Not so much.


Not so much because it made her admit that maybe she wasn't okay. God she wanted to be. She tried so hard to be okay, to wake up every morning with the idea that no one could hurt her anymore, the idea that she could move one. She had. She'd done well, but this? It'd been a while since she felt that tinge of fear in her heart, making her feel sick and shaken to her core.


"I'm fine, Shaw, really. Sure I'm a little shaken, but it's not like I haven't been hit before." She meant it as a joke, and even managed to smile at her own words. If she could joke about it, maybe it would go away.


"Really," she continued, "I'm just mad I got blood on my shirt. You'd have thought they'd be more considerate about that."


Already she was standing, brushing her hair back with her fingers before she grabbed for her hat. After something like that, she didn't suppose she'd be able to go back to sleep.

 

[LeoLion98]

It may not have been for the same reason, but he knew a good deal about trying to be okay. You act like everything is fine, that you're just sailing along. But in that moment between consciousness and sleep, you know you're drowning. And then you go out and pretend everything is alright, like the memories of what you faced aren't still fresh in your mind. Sometimes you can even trick yourself into thinking you're okay. Deep down though, the monster know as the past still claws at you and works its way into everything you do.


But he didn't know what she had gone through. He didn't know that that was what she was thinking about, and so his only option was to believe her.


He looked at her for another moment before speaking. "Alright, if you say so." Since she grabbed her hat, he assumed that she had no intention of going back to sleep. He couldn't blame her. "You know, I think that we probably ought to get a move on. Those morons might come back with more morons, and I really don't feel like dealing with that."

 

[Interstellar Bun]

Her hands had stopped shaking, a small blessing all things concerned.


"Yeah." She nodded, gaze lifting towards the sky. It was still so dark, the atmosphere carrying a heavy weight with the inky shadows she hadn't seen since she moved to the Strip. It was hard to feel chased by shadows among the neon.


Once she had herself sorted out, she loosely crossed her slim arms against her chest and started walking.


"Don't think we could handle any more morons, really, not when we already have the both of us." Her head turned to look back at him, her smile seeming a bit lighter right then, as though nothing had ever been wrong, as though she hadn't been cracked in the head with a gun, as though her shirt wasn't stained with blood. Still, the smile didn't last, not when the softest sound of worry found her next question.


"You don't think we'll have anymore issues heading to Novac, do you?"