@skingames (clarice)
“Does it make me a completely terrible guest if I ask for some alcohol in this?”
The coffee is sweet and spicy and warms her through the chill that’s clinging despite the fact that she’s been in from the cold for a while now, but it’s... been a long few days, to say the least. None of it seems real—Dr. Gideon, Will, all of it—like it’s all some kind of awful dream.
If not for the fact that it’s obvious in hindsight that all of this has been brewing for months, and she’s sitting opposite one of the few other people who seemed able to see that, beyond all the awful gossip flitting around the Bureau.
“—Thank you, by the way, for having me. I needed this. Being somewhere other than—home. Or the hospital. I try to tell myself that it isn’t going to make any difference, but...” She trails off, stares into her mug of coffee. “...Thank you, anyway.”