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A long pause and then, “Well shit, are you planning on sharing some of that magic weed?”
“I’m normally awful at sharing, but I’m sure you could use some,” she said, passing the joint. Penny didn’t smoke often, but the situation on the island called for something to calm her nerves, more than any work of fiction could.
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Revenant + this ask box meme ( part two )
“I swear to God, if you talk about Amy one more time, I’m going to lose it.”.
“Right, try telling that to our boss.”
Pull out your heart To make the being alone easy
Penny held the gun in her clenched hand with eyes shut tight, willing herself to stop shaking so damn much. As much as she would have liked to convince herself that there was no killer on the island, it was hard to deny the evidence—Amy’s bloodied and battered body floating in the water was practically proof. So she chose to fight back, or at least prepare to do that. She just told herself it was the same as holding and shooting a gun in one of her video games. Standing in the midst of the woods near the beach, Penny mimicked pulling the trigger without doing so; fear was holding her hand still, keeping her gun’s safety locked.
She nearly dropped the weapon when she heard a twig break behind her.
LISTEN.
Jackson quickly pulled his hands away when she pulled away, worried that he’d done something wrong. He folded his hands in front of him, trying to keep his hands from shaking. “I mean, that doesn’t change what you feel,” Jackson started, but stopped again when she asked him to act normal. He glanced around at the cafe, full of people who had no clue yet, who were still safe from the information. When he turned back, he nodded. “Work. Sounds good,” he said, giving her a weak smile as he stood up in his chair abruptly.
Penny regretted pulling away just as she had done it, cursing herself for refusing his touch. “I’m not fee—I’m okay, Jackson,” she urged, trying to make him know he did nothing wrong. While she wished she could sit here and talk with him about her feelings, that would destroy down the wall she had spent years building up—she wouldn’t let that happen. “Yeah... I mean, unless you need anything?” He seemed to be barely holding himself together: shaking hands, force smile, averted eyes. She knew him well enough to know he was not okay. “We could,” she started, trying to come up with something, anything that would reassure him, “stay after work and have a coffee? I’m a great listener, you know.”
Teagan’s hand flew up to rub the back of her neck, something of a nervous gesture. “Just messin’, you wouldn’t want me anywhere near the inner workings of your mind.” She wanted to extend even the smallest bit of kindness she could to Penny–she couldn’t fathom going through what she had. On the other hand, she didn’t want to upset the girl either. “If you want to, I dunno, go for a run or something… I’m down.” She said it as casually as possible, like there was no reason for the suggestion except the coincidence of their meeting. “But if I’m in your space, seriously, you can tell me. I won’t be offended. I just know that I like company, but y’know, not everyone does.” She shrugged, dropping her hand. “It’s totally up to you.”
Penny wished she had never shown any sign of grief, of panic; she wasn’t used to consolation from others, and she hated anything she wasn’t used to. Sure change was nice— as long as she had control over it. But then Teagan mentioned running, something she had control over, and Penny nodded: “Yeah, I’d love to go for a run. Maybe after my shift?” She usually ran by herself, caught in thought, but ‘misery loves company’, she figured. “No, I—don’t worry about it. I’m a little freaked, but I’m fine. I could use someone to... run with.”
darling, dearest, dead.
“I’m gonna be honest, Dr. Phil. Whatever you’re trying to do here is a waste of both of our times,” he said bluntly, though perhaps not as cruelly as he could have. “People are shit and I’ve seen way too much to believe in redemption.”
“I’m not... trying to do anything,” Penny snapped, furious at herself for branching out. Things were always better when she kept to herself and her worlds. “Fuck you, I was just suggesting you stop being an ass all the time.”
“No, no, I shouldn’t have said it like that. I just- I’m sorry you had to be the one to find her.”
“It’s alright, really. Someone was bound to find her, anyways. It just... happened to be me,” she said, forcing a toothless smile.
“And who says I’ve always been an asshole? I didn’t come out of the womb hating people. They did that to themselves.”
“Sure, but—do you believe in redemption? You know, overcoming that hate, despite what people do.” Penny hated feeling empathetic towards him, she hated feeling anything reminiscent of sorrow, for that matter, but she couldn’t help but try to counsel him. Of matters she knew little of, yes, but she was the type to offer advice whenever possible.
“No one gives a shit about me, so why shouldn’t I pay them the same respect?”
She sighed, knowing how that felt. “Well, it’s a two-way street. Give and take.”
Ronan laughed again, expression amused and nonplussed. “And who says this is an act?”
“What, you genuinely don’t give a shit about anyone?” Penny responded, growing irritated.
“Do I look like I’m trying?” He let out a light chuckle. “I think you doth protest too much.”
“Oh right, like you don’t put on this sinister act just to keep others from bothering you.”
