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       “ ah, miss lawrence. please, sit, if you will. “ like there’s a choice there, fingers pressed into the chair opposite hers, the rich scent of leather bowing to superior might.  a casual look, inviting her in just enough for a mixture of impressional curiosity and  GOD-FEARING  tact to settle.     the girl’s tall, taller than she expected  (some mousy little thing, perhaps? she’d thought) and the equality between them nearly makes her chuckle, a sound she suppresses. when’s the last time she had to look upwards. 

       she’s glanced at the papers, of course. records, the girl’s talented. a bright mind,          as of yet not dulled by stunts of delinquent obsessions as to the nearest crush.  ah, how love dulls futuristic ambition--     and most of the time they do not notice. takes her in, elegantly walks around the desk to lean against it, to look at her, this summer child. 

▌  ➸    ●  ♘        “ it’s not –           THAT bad    only  …  slightly on the side of   terrible & endangering yourself. “ chuckling, bubbly &      falling from mouth. can’t help it, the perfect combo of clumsy & absolutely precious  - it was laura hollis.                       “ come here .. are you  –                   are you okay ? “                                    ( still chuckling ) 

       phwah --- hair’s in her mouth,  ( really, it’s everywhere ) grimaces. pouts, succumbs once more to the unathletic ambitions of a 5′2 short, deeply uncoordinated frame. 

      “ why is athletics even a requirement, anyway? wouldn’t it make more sense for a university that, um,  constantly tries to kill us ( or sacrifice us to some ancient evil of the semester ), to want us docile & dozed  up on funyuns ??  why invest in school spirits all of a sudden, it’s very suspicious. “

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“Is this where you ask me how I met your mother?”

“You already know that story. For someone as remarkable as Danny is, the tale of how we met is as simple as: she interviewed to be my personal assistant and I accepted. Drunkenly, albeit, and a little because she was very pretty and I was confused and very recently, at the time, in need of someone to help me with an infant I had no idea how to care for. And I wasn’t leaving you to a– nanny. I was raised that way, and it was– frankly shitty, to do to a child.”

In order to talk about Danny, she has to preface things first. She’s doing that. And in that second, she thinks back, and it’s– strangely happier than she remembers it being. Maybe it’s because she’s so happy now.

“Danny is the one person– other than you, of course– who’s never given up on me. And let’s face it. Danny should have. She should have told me to get my shit together and moved on a number of times. More times than I can count. Danny should’ve walked away from me. But she didn’t. Danny and I– I like to think we’ve reached a point of harmony. I like to imagine I try the best I can– for her, and for you. I like to imagine I might not always be my best, but I never stop making the effort. And I think Danny and I work best as a team. As a unit. I think I couldn’t live without Danny. I know Danny could live without me, which is just fine. Danny means everything to me– in a different way than you do, but she does.”

It’s hard to boil it down. Mostly because the both of them have been through so much– mostly ‘been through’ was broken down to Alana building herself an artificial heart, coming back from the dead, and basically creating a maelstrom of trouble they’d have to slough through for the rest of their lives.

“Danny keeps me together. She holds all the pieces of myself for me when I can’t be trusted with them. And she just– everything makes sense. Has a purpose. Danny makes me feel like things are possible. And honestly, when do I think anything is possible?”

“I think I feel considerably better.”

Of course she does. Danny is here. Danny who makes all the everything make sense. Danny, who first stumbled into her life when she was just a child with a two year old child of her own, bumbling awkwardly through panic and confusion. And there was Danny, always Danny, always more capable at understanding, always more capable at everything. And here she is, trying not to fail Danny. Again, again, again. She tries every week, it feels like.

              ‘ i’d say welcome back, but ah - i still don’t really want you here. ’