She put her arm around May and gave her a quick sort of combination of squeeze and a hug. Because that was the unspoken truth, wasn't it? A step outside their daily world. Which was full of danger, depravity, and villains who people did not understand found creative evils that no demon had ever thought up. They could talk about that.
But better yet? They didn't have to. They could just not think about it, not care about secret identity rules, or being caught wearing half their costume while brushing their teeth because they were dog-tired and had only been bothered to slide half-way out. Little things that meant everything.
"You're going to be fine. And I meant that, too. Glass of cola. Left in a dresser drawer for two months. It practically formed into a rock."
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Aside: the coke glass in a drawer is a true roommate story a friend of mine had to deal with.
Date: 2020-08-21 03:16 pm (UTC)But better yet? They didn't have to. They could just not think about it, not care about secret identity rules, or being caught wearing half their costume while brushing their teeth because they were dog-tired and had only been bothered to slide half-way out. Little things that meant everything.
"You're going to be fine. And I meant that, too. Glass of cola. Left in a dresser drawer for two months. It practically formed into a rock."