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     ❛ all in the good genes, darling!  though, i can’t say that doesn’t make me any less proud of them. they look divine in pumps. but oh, eleanor!  don’t let your stubby, little legs get to you!  it’s all part of your charm. ❜  tahani extends a finger, giving eleanor’s nose a gentle boop!,  her grin spreading. ❛ they’re absolutely adorable. ❜

“Yes, Rory, you’ve definitely been laying there too long. Get up, though. I have some plans for us today, plans that’ll hopefully keep your mind off things.”

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                                          “   ARE   YOU   ALL   RIGHT   ???          DO   YOU   NEED   ANYTHING   ???          you should rest,          you’re still injured   ——   i finally convinced your son to go to bed   &&   promised to watch over you tonight…          so if you need anything,          FEEL   FREE   TO   ASK.   “

dark eyes look up from the newspaper, flickering over her awkward demeanor. he’s quiet, folding the newspaper neatly before he speaks, considering his words, carefully. “you haven’t lost everything, lucy.” 

it’s not accusing, but attempting to be uplifting. “you still have your friends.” which is more than garcia had going for him. he is clearly having an internal argument, a debate between being angry and bitter and biting in his comments or helping lucy. eventually he settles for the middle of the road, “your sister wouldn’t want you to dwell on her. no more than my wife would want me to dwell on her.” it’s surprisingly honest and he gestures, silent once more, for her to sit. “i’m amazed none of you have gone crazy being stuck in here. beside wyatt of course.” he said, rolling his eyes. 

she stops herself,  luckily,  before making the mistake of snapping at him  ---  of saying something she knows she’ll REGRET later on.  it’s difficult,  but she manages.  instead,  arms cross,  head bowing as she tries not to let out some scoff that’ll likely have the same connotations as whatever spiteful words she could’ve conjured up.  either way,  it’s hard to believe him.  whether it’s the words in general,  the fact that he’s the one saying them,  or her time with rittenhouse that prompts such hardcore doubt,  it’s hard to say.  for all she knows,  it’s a combination of all three.

“i thought i’d be able to save her.  i REALLY did,”   how stupid she feels now,  for not being able to see just how deeply rooted in rittenhouse her family is,  as if hindsight isn’t PERFECT.   lucy finds herself wishing she’d LISTENED to flynn,  allowed him a chance to really explain,  instead of jumping so harshly to whatever conclusions had been fed to her by agent christopher.  gaze lifts,  finally,  as she moves to sit,  laughing despite herself.   “the others have been here longer than me,”   she points out,   “but you’re right it’s....  it’s really not all that homey,  is it?”   

    jess could still pull out the disarming blank stare when needed, and he certainly used it now, standing in his half-finished office listening to kevin pearson prattle on. eventually, however, he did speak, stepping a little nearer and sitting as well, arms still crossed over his chest.  “what’re you doin’ here, kevin?”  he had heard about the whole manny incident — hadn’t watched the clip himself, but he’d definitely heard about it. matt watched it often, saying it gave him a bit of a positivity boost about his own life and stress levels. jess hadn’t watched much of the show; he actually was pretty certain he’d never finished a single episode. so he didn’t expect kevin to keep up with his shit either. he didn’t expect him to have read or even picked up one of his books, and he didn’t expect him to know about his publishing house. he did expect, however, some honesty from the guy. it’d been too long, too many years of complete silence and hostile awkwardness before that, to just jump into a personal conversation like they were still ten.  “i mean, if you got my address from rebecca, couldn’t you have gotten my number or somethin’?” 

     he felt his face slipping into the involuntary smile that came with her ramblings more often than not.  “charlie’s angels, huh?”  he shrugged.  “got any of the originals?”  it’d never been a show he watched by his own volition, but he did have some pretty pleasant memories attached to the show; liz had always liked it, and they’d watched re-runs together when jess was little and they had cable or a vcr for liz’s taped episodes. 

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❛ i’m sorry,  by the way,  ❜   quiet    and    softly-spoken   as    she   ever   is.   sincerity    is   no   toy   to   be   played   with   in   her    eyes,    but    a   necessity.   time    slowly    ate    away    at    humanity    in    this    new    world,    but    compassion    needed    to    live    on,    somehow.    ❛   we   had   no    right    to    lock    you    up    when    we    first    met    you   …   ❜    it’s   not    like     she    would    have    been    able    to     stop    it    from     happening;    the    group   had    become   sheeps,    anything    could    be    seen    as    a    danger.    precautions    had    to   be    taken.   ❛  i’m   glad   you    came    back    though,    even    after    that.   ❜  

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