Never A Bride
@dontpullmytab
Illyana was not often prone to hesitation, but dealing with other people’s messy emotions -- particularly those few people she cared about, and hence those whose feelings she considered worth caring about -- did not come as easily as slaughtering rebellious demons or skinning anti-mutant bigots. Still, this was her best friend and furthermore at least partially her fault; she owed Kitty.
“Hey, roomie,” she called softly, although they hadn’t been roommates in years and lifetimes (literally) as she walked up the hill where her friend stood sentinel. “How’s it going?” A stupid question -- but she didn’t know what else to say. This was outside her skill zone.
“I mean, within the circumstances and...and...you’re not crying, are you?” Illyana hoped she wasn’t crying. She couldn’t deal with crying.
