[granted, she has kind of disconnected herself from that, trusting that aloy and louis got the hang of things. nanaue, obviously, could do nothing wrong. she supposes it fits sam, though, aiming for something like that.
she makes a knowing face about his complaining, but stays otherwise mum about it; she knows what fights to pick.]
So… [he’s going to get them beers, isn’t he? it’s such an american thing. or maybe just a guy thing.] You’re saying that we’re back to some months ago when you somehow forgot that napping, sleeping, and resting are words that exist in your vocabulary.
[wanda will not hold back on criticizing his choices.]
You’ve got to learn to take a break. You always told me that.
[when she’d train in the compound’s gym to get stronger and fitter, she never believed in the idea of ‘rest days’. perhaps it was a mix of her depression, of her anger, of wanting to prove herself—so, sam always made sure to remind her it was okay to stop for a moment.
she takes the beer from him when he offers it, and—very casually—sits herself up on the counter, right by the sink. her back to the window, she can feel the sunlight hitting her back, warming her up, and it casts homely kind of shadows against the fixtures of the kitchen. wanda links her ankles and swings her legs a bit, the unopened beer on her hands, on her lap.
there’s a small smile on her face at his question. a question she doesn’t answer.]
Do you see or talk to Matt often?
[sam could probably tell where this is going if he cared to put some thought into it.]
no subject
[granted, she has kind of disconnected herself from that, trusting that aloy and louis got the hang of things. nanaue, obviously, could do nothing wrong. she supposes it fits sam, though, aiming for something like that.
she makes a knowing face about his complaining, but stays otherwise mum about it; she knows what fights to pick.]
So… [he’s going to get them beers, isn’t he? it’s such an american thing. or maybe just a guy thing.] You’re saying that we’re back to some months ago when you somehow forgot that napping, sleeping, and resting are words that exist in your vocabulary.
[wanda will not hold back on criticizing his choices.]
You’ve got to learn to take a break. You always told me that.
[when she’d train in the compound’s gym to get stronger and fitter, she never believed in the idea of ‘rest days’. perhaps it was a mix of her depression, of her anger, of wanting to prove herself—so, sam always made sure to remind her it was okay to stop for a moment.
she takes the beer from him when he offers it, and—very casually—sits herself up on the counter, right by the sink. her back to the window, she can feel the sunlight hitting her back, warming her up, and it casts homely kind of shadows against the fixtures of the kitchen. wanda links her ankles and swings her legs a bit, the unopened beer on her hands, on her lap.
there’s a small smile on her face at his question. a question she doesn’t answer.]
Do you see or talk to Matt often?
[sam could probably tell where this is going if he cared to put some thought into it.]