asa has absolutely no frame of reference for how to react to this, so all she can do for the first few seconds after the memory releases them is to stare dumbly at him. eyes wide. mouth open. trying to assess how he's reacting to this, considering... everything. the fuck.
when she finally manages to say something, it's a very eloquent:]
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w2 monday
it's monday we're at the combination pizza hut and trauma bell]
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asa has absolutely no frame of reference for how to react to this, so all she can do for the first few seconds after the memory releases them is to stare dumbly at him. eyes wide. mouth open. trying to assess how he's reacting to this, considering... everything. the fuck.
when she finally manages to say something, it's a very eloquent:]
W-What?
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[he's left a little dazed, in the wake of all of this. it's-- it's difficult to center himself again, but asa's voice helps, at least.]
I'm... I'm sorry that you had to...
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It's been happening all day. And besides, you had to live through it, so...
Are you okay?