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[ohmydarlinme]

[ Hey look it's Clem! Hi Clem! Only she looks a little ... guilty, and sheepish today. She's curled up on a chair by the window, with a book open in her lap, and a look of concentration on her face. Occasionally she glances up and around at a sound of the apartment settling, or a bird chirping - any noise she wasn't expected she jumps a bit in surprise. ]

.... I kind of messed up at work today. I think the man I work for is mad at me.

[ Or just a little concerned, Same thing. But uh... what exactly she did to make him concerned in the first place ...well, she knew she screwed up badly there. ]

Is Thane still here?

[ She hopes he is, but...wouldn't be surprised if he was gone - that tended to be the norm; people leave. At least he hasn't died right? After an awkward pause, she decides to offer another question. ]

And... um..What's a tibisp? I can't find it in the dictionary.

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[ohmydarlinme]

[ A slight pause. The poor guy might not have actually been sneaking up on her, but he did grab her arm... to get her attention, but that's neither here nor there. ]

Yeah.

[ More or less anyway. ]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

He shouldn't have gotten mad at you. That's... [a sigh.] It's not your fault.

[ohmydarlinme]

... it is.. A little. It's supposed to be safe here.

[ But she's just not - she finds it hard to just relax and go back to the way things were two years ago back home. ]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

It is, I guess, for the most part. [How was he supposed to explain psychology to a kid?]

But...sometimes, when bad things happen, even after they're over and you're safe... A part of you can still be left back there. And when things like what happened today happen, that little piece takes over, and it's like being in that bad situation all over again.

I don't know if that makes sense, but... It might be worth finding someone to talk to who knows more about these things. They'll be able to help you.

[ohmydarlinme]

You mean a doctor for crazy people?

[ She's not crazy! *pout* ]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

You're not crazy, so no. I guess if you wanted to just talk about it...

[ohmydarlinme]

... that's okay. I.. don't.

[ It was one thing to tell someone about what her world was like. Discussing it from a more personal viewpoint was... harder. ]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Okay.

[He tries to think of something, anything, that might make her feel better. But this isn't as simple as a skinned knee or hurt feelings.]

...What do you do to get your mind off things like that?

[ohmydarlinme]

I think about what my friend would do.

[ Which... doesn't necessarily help to get her mind off of things like that, but it does tend to make her busy. ]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Oh. ...What do you think they would do, in this situation?

[ohmydarlinme]

[ Hrm. What would Lee do... ]

He'd help people if they had problems with stuff. Like. Fences, and finding stuff.. I guess.

[ He always seemed to keep himself busy, but always had time for her. ]

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

There's nothing stopping you from doing stuff like that, right? I mean, fences are a bit more involved, but helping people might keep you busy.

[ohmydarlinme]

I think a lot of people wouldn't let me help them, because I'm little.

They think I can't do a lot of stuff adults do.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

Kids can do more than people would like to believe. Don't let it get you down.

[ohmydarlinme]

[ She smiles slightly at that. ]

.. Yeah, I know. [ Boy does she know. ]

I won't. Thanks, Desmond.

[shutupandgetintheanimus]

No problem. [Yeah, time to get off this uncomfortable subject.]

So, how's school doing?

[ohmydarlinme]

It's... all right. [ She won't mention she has trouble focusing in classes. ]

I like art class. I used to draw..sometimes. Before.