[Aya has been at Somarium long enough to understand, both from others' reactions and from her own experiences, that as tempting as it is to try to call the owner of the nightmare and offer oneself as a comforting friend, it only makes things less comfortable for the one who had it. There's guilt for having upset others with private angst, a desire to reassure them, to be positive. An unwillingness to confide things so personal.
So Aya waits until Sena is out and sneaks a piece of paper onto his pillow. It's a drawing-- simple and average in skill for an adolescent girl, with smiling faces and yellows, oranges and light browns for color. The six figures are clearly meant to represent their group, with Sena in the middle and Ran closest to him. Aya has placed herself on Sena's other side. At the bottom of the page in small writing is a note.
Thank you for coming to be with us. I'm glad to have you as part of our family here.
PS: I'm dying for some brownies. Call me when you're available to help me eat them-- I'll only have them warm!
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[the drawing makes Sena smile, if only a little. It gets stuck on the refrigerator with some abandoned magnets, from whomever last occupied this place--hopelessly nostalgic, maybe, and a little bit silly if he seriously thought about it, but it was the only thing that seemed right.
He waits until the next day to call Aya-chan, after taking a shower to wake himself up. (Not a cold one, the air is cold enough already.)]
[Ken has left this late. Late because he doesn't really know Sena; and late because the temptation to scream your mother is an evil bitch needed time to fade. Though Sena's mother clearly is, by Ken's standards, absolutely irredeemably fucked up, he knows damn well that moms, even evil ones, can be a very touchy area.
[So he waited. Now he's calmed down enough to open this in a relatively normal manner, instead of demanding Sena tell him where his mother's gotten to so that he can kick her ass.]
Hey, I know we don't know each other and all that shit but are you all right?
[Sena was hardly expecting another call--from Ken of all people--asking if he was alright.
...it's kind of nice. Being able to talk to him without worrying about getting yelled at. Or punched. It's a source of tension Sena didn't really notice until its lack.]
[Ken isn't sure. he isn't sure at all. But he'll respect Sena's right to lie about something like this if it makes him feel better. The next thing he says, though, leaves him startled.]
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[but he doesn't sound all that convinced.]
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[Of course he's not, but how else do you start these conversations?]
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Yes, I am fine.
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Maybe...it would be best if you had someone to talk to?
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It was only dream.
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Are you all right?
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[...no he's not. :|]
Sorry for disturbing you.
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Thank you...for asking.
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So Aya waits until Sena is out and sneaks a piece of paper onto his pillow. It's a drawing-- simple and average in skill for an adolescent girl, with smiling faces and yellows, oranges and light browns for color. The six figures are clearly meant to represent their group, with Sena in the middle and Ran closest to him. Aya has placed herself on Sena's other side. At the bottom of the page in small writing is a note.
Thank you for coming to be with us. I'm glad to have you as part of our family here.
PS: I'm dying for some brownies. Call me when you're available to help me eat them-- I'll only have them warm! ( ... )
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He waits until the next day to call Aya-chan, after taking a shower to wake himself up. (Not a cold one, the air is cold enough already.)]
...Aya? Thanks...for the drawing, I mean.
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You ready for those brownies?
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[So he waited. Now he's calmed down enough to open this in a relatively normal manner, instead of demanding Sena tell him where his mother's gotten to so that he can kick her ass.]
Hey, I know we don't know each other and all that shit but are you all right?
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...it's kind of nice. Being able to talk to him without worrying about getting yelled at. Or punched. It's a source of tension Sena didn't really notice until its lack.]
...yeah. Kinda.
[okay, not so much. But he can pretend.]
...it wasn't her fault.
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[Ken isn't sure. he isn't sure at all. But he'll respect Sena's right to lie about something like this if it makes him feel better. The next thing he says, though, leaves him startled.]
What happened?
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[Sena sighs, runs a hand through his hair, looks away from the dreamberry's screen.]
It wasn't her.
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