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She should have known it was only a matter of time before Queenie called her out on her sulking. She couldn’t deny it either, not with her sister knowing she was outright lying despite her polite attempt to ask instead of just pointing out how upset she was. She didn’t even realize that after everything she’d be this upset when things went back to what they called normal. “I’ll be fine Queenie…. but I don’t want to talk about it.” Looking over at her sister though she studied her for a moment, realizing that after being wrapped up in her own sadness after everything she hadn’t really asked how she was doing either. “What about you? How are you holding up?”
Queenie’s GIFT - for that was what most people who knew of it referred to it as - had, since the early days of their childhood, caused a close and mutual understanding between the two sisters. Perhaps it was not what either had wanted, but it was always what they needed. Queenie - and Tina, she suspected - had been attempting to bury their sadness at this return to the ordinary after the extraordinary. ❝ me ?? i’m always fine, teeny. you know that. it’s just you i’m worryin’ about...❞