[Cissie heads to the mess hall as well. This flood has left her feeling completely out-of-sorts and while she knows it's over, she's still feeling the effects. She isn't sure that she wouldn't prefer Tim continue ignoring her to whatever this is. She spots him and takes a deep breath before crossing the room to slide into a seat across from him. She offers a small, slightly shaky smile.] Hey.
[He nods when he spots her, even awkwardly waving.] Hey.
[Tim falls silent again, because it's so easy to give into the awkward, but. He decides to just plow in.] We should, uh. Talk about this. [He's very good at plowing.]
[Cissie is usually better at this stuff. Talking is usually what she is pressuring people--particularly Tim--to do. But she's not herself these days, and she's not entirely sure what the "this" Tim wants to talk about is. Is it the camp flood? (She doubts it.) Or whatever Sylar might have said to him? That seems more likely and she does not want to talk about that. With Tim or anyone, really.
But she nods and takes a deep breath. She holds it for a moment, unsure what to say, before lamely going with,] Yeah. Probably.
[Seriously. This is going well. :| Cissie might be doing some brooding of her own. Or--no might about it. She is brooding. And then he says that, and she really didn't expect it to hit her like this. If it hadn't been for the most recent flood, it might not have, but the weekend only fed her insecurities and left her with a really dented self-esteem. Just a flood feels like code for well, obviously I wouldn't want to kiss you if I were in charge of my thoughts and actions, which... well, it is. And even though she had used that argument herself, it somehow hits harder when Tim says it. Which is stupid. She doesn't even want him to want to kiss her. ...Does she?
Mostly she just feels raw. (Not that she felt so great to begin with...)
She manages to keep herself still, only stiffening slightly, and keeps her head down, eyes on the table between them. Her voice is a little thick, and a little dull, but it doesn't shake.]
[WELL, that--is complicated. Or was. It would be easier to answer if she'd ever really known in the first place, but now she frowns at the table and shakes her head briefly.]
Nothing.
[Which is true now. Technically. She's pissy and hurting and not very chatty. Sorry, Tim.]
...Yeah, probably.
[HEY TIM, SHE STILL NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT SYLAR'S AMAZING EAVESDROPPING SKILLS, YOU KNOW.]
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Meet me in the mess hall?
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All right. I'll be right there.
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[Tim falls silent again, because it's so easy to give into the awkward, but. He decides to just plow in.] We should, uh. Talk about this. [He's very good at plowing.]
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But she nods and takes a deep breath. She holds it for a moment, unsure what to say, before lamely going with,] Yeah. Probably.
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Uh, the flood was just - I mean the camp flood - it was just that. Just a flood. Right?
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Mostly she just feels raw. (Not that she felt so great to begin with...)
She manages to keep herself still, only stiffening slightly, and keeps her head down, eyes on the table between them. Her voice is a little thick, and a little dull, but it doesn't shake.]
Yeah. Right. Of course.
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Cissie...what's up with you and Sylar?
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Nothing.
[Which is true now. Technically. She's pissy and hurting and not very chatty. Sorry, Tim.]
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...Right. What's wrong?
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I don't know. Nothing. It doesn't matter.
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It's obviously something, Cissie. Of course it matters. Talk to me.
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[...Well, she's talking. About something vaguely related?]
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Yeah. You?
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