week 6, post trial

[robitussin]

[Their numbers keep falling. Three people have died already this week, with two more on the way tomorrow. With the outburst the townspeople gave them once the results came through... If anyone were feeling downhearted, it's to be expected at this point. Things continuing at their current pace is a frightening thought, after all. Like last week, the offer to spend time together or meet in a central location doesn't come.

Hawks and Dabi wait for the morning in their cells, but the rest of the tourists are free to wander about the town as they please; free to rest, to talk with each other, and to try to gather strength wherever they can. So, where does the evening find you, Cartesio?]

Comments

[marmoron]

[Quicky:]

I get why you're mad at yourself.

[There's a reason why people don't come to him with their emotional problems though, and Keith is aware enough of how bad he is at coaching people through their feelings that he has to deliberate for a bit over his words.]

I don't think you should be, but if you're gonna insist on it, do it productively. Find a way to make it righ because you're not going to be able to help anyone by wishing you could undo the past. It's okay to make mistakes. It's how we move forward that proves what we're made of.

[robitussin]

[After a few moments...]

The same goes for you, you know.

[marmoron]

This is going to be a thing isn;t it.

[robitussin]

[After a moment, she laughs, stressed as it is.]

This is absolutely going to be a thing. You signed up for this.

[marmoron]

[Half hearted grumping.]

How do I un-sign up then.

[robitussin]

You want to un-sign up from me caring about you? That hurts. That stings.

[It's another small attempt at a joke.]

[marmoron]

No, I -- [...] ..guess I walked right into that one.

[robitussin]

You absolutely did.

[So blunt......]

[marmoron]

Last time I ever try saying anything encouraging.

[robitussin]

Yeah. How dare you, and all that.

[There's a smile to accompany that, more genuine than she's used to.]

...Thanks. For, um, for listening.

[marmoron]

You don't have to thank me for that.

[But all the same, he's relieved that she seems to be in a slightly better mood.]

[robitussin]

I’m not saying it because I have to.

[Then, a little softer, even if she knows he’s caught on:]

I’m saying it because I want to.

[marmoron]

[A moment and then he looks away, voice soft.]

...As long as you know you don't have to.

[Because you know. He's here for you and all that stuff that's awkward to say.]

[robitussin]

I'm pretty sure I could say that same to you, you know.

[Even if he isn't the one who thanked her this specific time.]

[marmoron]

[He raises an eyebrow at first, a half smile following shortly after.]

Weird timing for it though.