Rachel laughed lightly; this seemed funny. She felt like she came to them with all her problems. Some days she felt like all she did was complain. She leaned back into Danny again, wishing that this afternoon was simple enough that she could just enjoy his presence and not have to make any terrifying life decisions. "I'm okay," she reassured Danny. She'd survived her mum, broken arms and cold floors.
"You are," said Zoe firmly. "And we'll make sure you stay that way," she wasn't sure she trusted Rachel to be honest about danger. How long had she suspected that Indigo was something else? And not told anyone? Zoe couldn't comprehend her reasoning behind it.
She caught Cai's eye, Cai who'd gone quiet a while ago. "Are you alright?" she asked, hesitating - just a moment - before asking. As if asking would expose her to some kind of vulnerability. "You look gross."
Cai smiled. "You so nice, Zoe. I'm alright." He was still feeling the blowback, the achey fuzzy feeling in his head, and the feeling, the leftover feeling of... it wasn't quite sadness, or loss or betrayal. Though, he was definitely feeling second-hand betrayal and anger directed at Rachel's mother - who didn't run straight to their kid when she broke her arm? Even if they were depressed themselves? (That's the feeling he got, from the other room in the dinky dirty flat - that her mum couldn't get out of bed because she was sick.) But still. If her mum was that sick, why wasn't someone else there, helping her? Where was Rachels dad?
So many questions. It was hard to take in any worries about Indigo, he had too much to think about.
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Date: 2014-06-25 04:49 am (UTC)From:"You are," said Zoe firmly. "And we'll make sure you stay that way," she wasn't sure she trusted Rachel to be honest about danger. How long had she suspected that Indigo was something else? And not told anyone? Zoe couldn't comprehend her reasoning behind it.
She caught Cai's eye, Cai who'd gone quiet a while ago. "Are you alright?" she asked, hesitating - just a moment - before asking. As if asking would expose her to some kind of vulnerability. "You look gross."
Cai smiled. "You so nice, Zoe. I'm alright." He was still feeling the blowback, the achey fuzzy feeling in his head, and the feeling, the leftover feeling of... it wasn't quite sadness, or loss or betrayal. Though, he was definitely feeling second-hand betrayal and anger directed at Rachel's mother - who didn't run straight to their kid when she broke her arm? Even if they were depressed themselves? (That's the feeling he got, from the other room in the dinky dirty flat - that her mum couldn't get out of bed because she was sick.) But still. If her mum was that sick, why wasn't someone else there, helping her? Where was Rachels dad?
So many questions. It was hard to take in any worries about Indigo, he had too much to think about.