Paperweight
[Fred's back in her room after a rather unexpected, forced vacation in a diner. Nothing more than a usual week in Paradisa, but this one sits a little more uncomfortably than usual. Especially considering that when all was said and done, it was relatively harmless. No dragons or approaching hordes or missing children or forced nightmares. But it was an interruption than to no less than a half dozen things she is still doing her best to sort out]
Thanks, Harmony. I know all of that couldn't have been easy. I don't think I did that well saying that before
I'm Fred. Which -- is probably obvious enough. I thought that maybe we should talk. [See, Harmony? There's not anything to worry about]
You ok?[She know he'll know. What she's asking]
If you want to talk about it at all, I'm here.
[She thinks then, about all the new faces in the past few weeks. What happened over the weekend might've been more unsettling than she considered. There's no harm in checking in]
Everyone survive the past few days all right?
[Why did that question always feel complicated here?]
Thanks, Harmony. I know all of that couldn't have been easy. I don't think I did that well saying that before
I'm Fred. Which -- is probably obvious enough. I thought that maybe we should talk. [See, Harmony? There's not anything to worry about]
You ok?[She know he'll know. What she's asking]
If you want to talk about it at all, I'm here.
[She thinks then, about all the new faces in the past few weeks. What happened over the weekend might've been more unsettling than she considered. There's no harm in checking in]
Everyone survive the past few days all right?
[Why did that question always feel complicated here?]