Meg has spent most of the morning asleep, curled up against Alain, with her head on his chest and his arm around her shoulder. (It explains the faint cable marks pressed into her cheek from his sweater
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Certain people he watches for, without watching. It's less watching and more an awareness of the sounds their thoughts make, the specific way they perceive what they see. Every single one is different, no matter what science wants to claim at any point.
He's isn't all that far away. He'd been returning a book to the bar, that was accidentally kept and shipped to Ithaca and back to Forks, and finally returned to Her. He'd only had time to turn around and head toward the door, and home, when it opened to her.
His features knit slightly, studying the her, but he made a gesture toward the back door and the darkness beyond. "Sunset is a while behind Milliways already."
He wasn't going to. Except.
She would have. It's not even a question. She would with or without hesitation.
Carefully chosen. "Naps are supposed to leave you more rested."
She'd only stopped in for a moment, in fact, to pick up dinner and a few other things, taking advantage of the fact that time stops on the outside in combination with the end-of-the-world shopping.
All of that goes out the universal window when she sees her sister.
"Meg?"
Kim nearly drops her to-go coffee cup before setting it hastily on a table and hurrying across the room.
"I'm . . . I don't know, Kim. I keep looking for some word, but I don't have one. I'm fine, I guess, but I'm not okay. Which barely even makes sense in my head, but it's all I've got.
"How are you? I'm sorry I woke you last night, but I didn't want you to not know. When you heard."
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He's isn't all that far away. He'd been returning a book to the bar, that was accidentally kept and shipped to Ithaca and back to Forks, and finally returned to Her. He'd only had time to turn around and head toward the door, and home, when it opened to her.
Tired. And something very else.
"Good evening, Meg."
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It wasn't even two in the afternoon at home.
Hello, Edward.
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He wasn't going to. Except.
She would have. It's not even a question.
She would with or without hesitation.
Carefully chosen. "Naps are supposed to leave you more rested."
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She manages about a half-smile.
May I assume you know what happened in Montreal on December 6, 1989?
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It might also take a second to process Castiel's sudden appearance.
He leans closer to study the marks.
"And oddly patterned."
He hopes she is not coming down with something.
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Meg reaches a hand up to her cheek and can just barely make out the pattern.
"It's from Alain's sweater. I was asleep."
There might be a connecting piece of information missing there.
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(And he's clearly forgotten discussion about personal space again.)
He clearly sees something there.
"Something has happened."
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All of that goes out the universal window when she sees her sister.
"Meg?"
Kim nearly drops her to-go coffee cup before setting it hastily on a table and hurrying across the room.
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"I was on my way to call you."
Sometimes the bar's timing is downright eerie.
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"I was waiting for a take-away order before heading back; if I hadn't heard from you by nine, I was going to try you myself."
A pause, enough for a breath, and then, softly,
"How are you?"
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"How are you? I'm sorry I woke you last night, but I didn't want you to not know. When you heard."
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And after a long pause, one which she spends studying the other girl --
"You are awake."
Maybe it is meant to be comforting.
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"I am, yes. I haven't been for long, but I am.
"Hello, Laura."
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This is X's version of acknowledgment.
Then, belatedly --
"Hello."
Beat.
"You are hungry?"
Just waking up usually means breakfast. For most people.
In X's experience.
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"Thank you though.
"Sorry, it's been . . .
"A man shot twenty-eight people in Montreal yesterday. At the École Polytechnique.
"And I watched it on the news."
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