"Um," she says, which is almost, if not quite, answer enough.
She does not wince.
But one of her hands is gripping his arm, now, and it's gripping it with as much strength as she can muster.
"I'm not sure. I don't know. You didn't answer my question. Are you still mad that I kinda tricked you into coming to Muir for us to basically laser your head? Because I meant to apologize more for that, except you broke Pete's back, and that pissed me off a lot, and then you were in a cell, and we had to keep you there, and I was crying a lot when I wasn't yelling at you. But you weren't supposed to know that so I couldn't let you see that. The whole thing sucked. Why didn't you come back sooner?"
It is an answer that she is talking directly about things they, pretty much, like to Not Talk or Think About At all.
Even she is realizing that as she freezes and looks up at him.
"...Something's different." That is not, Actually, I am starting to panic very badly and don't feel well at all, and I'm going to kill Hank for leaving when he did, and I want a hug but I might break your arm if you tried,, but it is, perhaps, the most direct answer she can manage as her eyes glaze over slightly.
"I don't like this," she forces out, a moment later, and then there are nails digging into his flesh, not just fingers.
"I don't like this," from someone who has had her skeleton ripped out, could be anything from, "Labor is kicking in," to, "I think I'm about to literally split in two, possibly due to someone from another dimension messing with the damned timelines again, and given things, it's probably another me."
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She does not wince.
But one of her hands is gripping his arm, now, and it's gripping it with as much strength as she can muster.
"I'm not sure. I don't know. You didn't answer my question. Are you still mad that I kinda tricked you into coming to Muir for us to basically laser your head? Because I meant to apologize more for that, except you broke Pete's back, and that pissed me off a lot, and then you were in a cell, and we had to keep you there, and I was crying a lot when I wasn't yelling at you. But you weren't supposed to know that so I couldn't let you see that. The whole thing sucked. Why didn't you come back sooner?"
It is an answer that she is talking directly about things they, pretty much, like to Not Talk or Think About At all.
Even she is realizing that as she freezes and looks up at him.
"...Something's different." That is not, Actually, I am starting to panic very badly and don't feel well at all, and I'm going to kill Hank for leaving when he did, and I want a hug but I might break your arm if you tried,, but it is, perhaps, the most direct answer she can manage as her eyes glaze over slightly.
"I don't like this," she forces out, a moment later, and then there are nails digging into his flesh, not just fingers.
"I don't like this," from someone who has had her skeleton ripped out, could be anything from, "Labor is kicking in," to, "I think I'm about to literally split in two, possibly due to someone from another dimension messing with the damned timelines again, and given things, it's probably another me."
Most of it is panic, not pain.
The problem is, well.
Panic tends to increase pain. Rather a lot.