( that like is incredibly one sided, and that limited tact that shines through as not asking about what fresh hell she's just crawled out of is probably for the best. spares him lengthy histories of the earth's demise, nuclear fall out, life in space, and then what it's like to actually live in an america reborn — where killing isn't regulated to four days a year, and there haven't been pristine sweaters in existence for a little less than a decade. or high pressure showers, really.
another time, a place literally anywhere but here, clarke might have laughed. a short little huff of humor and a tiny smile, that sort of laugh.
but humor might as well exist solely on another planet right now. she's got her eyes fixed on the door in front of them, above the heads of their escort as they wait for the final few to make their decision and the join the crowd; let's the silence stretch between them so long that it almost seems like the conversation is done before — )
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another time, a place literally anywhere but here, clarke might have laughed. a short little huff of humor and a tiny smile, that sort of laugh.
but humor might as well exist solely on another planet right now. she's got her eyes fixed on the door in front of them, above the heads of their escort as they wait for the final few to make their decision and the join the crowd; let's the silence stretch between them so long that it almost seems like the conversation is done before — )
I wasn't raised by capuchin monkeys.