@fate-accursed said: “imagine the worst thing possible, assume it’s true, and go from there.”
He doesn’t know this, but the worst for her is pretty bad. She’s lived her worst nightmare, actually, and sometimes she had nightmares where she was living it over and over again. There was nothing he could tell her that would ever be worse than that night only a couple of years ago, with the house fire that she had started. And she knew that. But he didn’t. He still thought that she was good, that she was nice. That she was normal. If the moment were different, she might find that kind of funny.
“Alright, well, what kind of a worst thing?” Not to throw more questions his ways, but she makes sure to keep her voice gentle. She has moved so that she’s sitting with him on the ground, in the spot that she had found him. Rain had gotten somewhat better at comforting, had sat through plenty of different videos and talks during RA training, but she still wasn’t great. It would never be natural to her. She’d had that taken from her when she was young.
“I mean, if you want to talk about it.” She figures that’s an important aspect to add. Maybe questioning the guy who had just been panicking wasn’t a great thing to do. “My aunt used to always try to make me talk about it, uh, after I had little like... ‘episodes’. Her words, not mine. But, yeah. It wasn’t helpful.” She’s trying to let him know that she can relate to this. Sometimes she still has days where all she wants to do is scream and cry. “So, you don’t have to say anything. I get it.”