Silence greets him at first, and it doesn’t surprise him. If he thinks about it, sometimes he thinks all they do is dance. She steps forward and he steps back and if he thought she really wanted anything from him he’d probably step back quicker. It’s nothing that occurs to him on too deep a level, because that dance is the most she’s ever asked him from him. Most days it’s just questions, and if they’re too personal he blows them off. It’s nothing she doesn’t already know and to some extent it makes him wonder why she still wastes the time. She could be making better friends here, someone less damaged and capable of offering more in return.
That word that follows isn’t what he expected, though he doesn’t know if honesty was still on the table after pulling back. It has his attention shifting back up to her, studying her for a moment to try and gauge what’s looking back at him.
"Are you asking or answering?" It seems to him an important distinction to make, though he’s not sure he needs to. She said it like a question, and he doubts Godzilla is what she wants. He can make his own guesses, that maybe she wants to sleep without nightmares, that she wants her sister back, but beyond those basic and obvious things, he doesn’t know. It’s not his business, though it takes more effort to remind himself of it this time. Most people want more than that. He used to, and that he doesn’t anymore probably says he’s more damaged than he allows himself to contemplate.
She's not sure what confuses him about it, maybe that her answer involved him at all and if that's the case, then he's not going to like what she says next. She sits up finally, her head pounding as she does and she knows that even if he says no he doesn't want to, she probably will go down and watch a movie anyway, it just wouldn't be the one she wanted with who she wanted. So she just gives him a smile and tries not to get her hopes up because the look on his face is telling her she already knows the answer.
"Will you come watch Godzilla with me?" she asks more plainly, her hands folded in front of her. There's the hope that he'll say yes because there's still the fear that no matter where she goes in this house, there's going to be a faceless man ready to pull her head off of her shoulders. That fear is going to be there for days and she knows it. There's no one else in this house she can really go to. Maybe she could find Niko and see if he wanted to go drinking with her, but beyond that, there's no one she takes comfort in. It's not something she's had in years and it's nothing she'd outright tell him, but it doesn't make it any less true.











