To what we were, and what we are,

[stubborn_throes]

Who: Rose Lalonde & Jade Harley
When: Tuesday
Where: Rose and Jade's roo.
Summary: Rose confront Jade about her hands. 
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst and stuff.

Comments

[quarkylass]

[ It's not exactly the note she was expecting. Perhaps she was assuming that Rose would know everything now, and not want to speak to her. She hasn't had a proper conversation with her roommate since they went to Hope's End, and the separation combined with the return home has made Jade miss their daily chats. She receives the message when she's in the Biodome; with a flash, she's sitting in her bunk, awaiting the other girl. ]

What's up, Rose?

[stubborn_throes]

[Jade's entrance leads to a stalling pace by Rose. Moments pass before she decides to speak up, carefully parsing her words. Sometimes being blunt is best, especially considering quickly ensuing complications.]

Let me see them.

Your hands.

[quarkylass]

[ She's a little startled. So much so that she presents her hands to Rose without complaint, holding them out for the other girl's inspection. What once where gaping holes are now angry, red scars. They're no less painful, but at least they don't bleed. ]

How did you know?

[stubborn_throes]

[Gingerly, Rose curls her fingertips under Jade's knuckles, carefully trailing around the wound.]

I'm not that bad of a friend. [Her eyes meet the scars in an intense stare. You could swear she was staring through them.]

You just desperately wanted to help him, didn't you?