“Oh, it’s definitely her loss.” A waved hand—water under the bridge—despite the laugh that momentarily shakes shoulders, and her look turns thoughtful before heels click, carefully crossing the distance, a soft swoosh of fabric as she sits down next to her on a small little wobbly sliver of wood, arms still crossed. “And, no, you can’t. That doesn’t make it easier when it happens. I’ve—”
The chin tips backwards, eyes skimming along the ceiling, and the laughter fades.
“Had my fair share of close-calls, here. Near-deaths. More than I can count, anymore, all of which I can remember. I’ve been told I can be a little…reckless, and I doubt that’s changed from planet to planet. But, hmm…every time,” Those arms drop, chin dipping back down to watch that jaw and those eyes and those familiar lips, sincere: “Do you know what goes through my mind? My sons. My mother. You. Kara. The people who I’m leaving behind—who would be a little lost without me. I’m not scared of dying. I’ve accepted it, it’s…an inevitability. Especially now that I’m, oh, fine—older.”
“I don’t want it, but it’s going to happen, someday. And someday someone won’t be fast enough. Kara. Jimmy. Clark. You.” Her tongue darts over lips, “I’ve never blamed anyone for being slow unless they’re bringing me my coffee. Maybe I’ll snipe or gripe or roll my eyes—maybe I’ll be a little scared underneath it all—I…know it won’t make it easier. I know I’m not…her. But I’ve never blamed anyone. The only thing I’ve ever hoped—the only thing I ever want in that last moment is…for everyone I love to be alright. To keep fighting. To press on. I’d want you to do what you’re doing right now, because you have a job to do. And I’d be proud of you. And…love you.” A sucked in breath, turning back forward, humming. Shrugging a shoulder that brushes against Olivia’s as she drawls:
“And I’d want you to actually talk to a therapist instead of pushing yourself onto another earth and getting—admittedly fantastic—but wholly unsolicited life advice from me. Have you?” Serious, “Talked to anyone about that little nugget at the end there. How long were you together?”
“How can you be from completely different Earth, be completely different people but still so similar?” She chuckled under her breath, it was unbelievable really, she could easily have pictured her cat giving the same speech. She knew she was right, she knew that moving forward, doing her job was what she would have wanted. She would want her to take care of herself too but she had never been very good at that. Everyone else first, then herself. It was just the way she was. “Boys? You have children? Not..not with Joe?” she questioned, face crinkling up at the thought of Cat having children with him. She never liked him and vowed she never would.
“When I have time, I’ll get there. More important things need my attention over a therapist” Of course, after it happened she’d been forced to have time off, forced into seeing someone about what had happened but she didn’t open up. She didn’t see the point, she felt if she did she’d fall apart and never be able to put herself together again. “What’s there to talk about. It’s the truth, nothing can change that.” she said with a shrug, “College, I.. we started in the same year. Somehow worked up the guts to ask her on a date a year later. We had been together ever since”
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