THINGS HAVE CLEARLY CHANGED. but he really hasn’t, besides the reshuffling between him and elliot and mr. robot. so in some ways, there’s nothing new to introduce. in other ways, everything is new, and nothing is the same. it’s just him, too. elliot has stepped back, and mr. robot is so aggressively leaving him up to his own devices that he can almost feel the willpower behind the absence. the whole situation is undefined, and that makes him uncomfortable too. there’s a pause. of course. she’s thinking of everette, the last time they saw each other, and after everything, it feels like fucking forever ago for him. so much happened. he’s sure she’s been filled in on that, by elliot or maybe even by mr. robot. that takes some of the burden away from him, at the very least.
on everette, then. he considers for a moment. then he nods. ❝ thanks. ❞ it must be flatter than the way elliot reassures someone, the genuine concern leaking out of him like something visible. he puts up more walls. he exists more distantly from people, and he picks and chooses who he cares for. caring is supposed to make things easier, isn’t it? like some kind of mental shortcut?
( clearly it isn’t. i hate how awkward this is. i knew it would be, and i knew it would happen eventually, but that doesn’t make it any easier right now. )
to give himself something to do with his hands, he finally sits down in the chair facing her, trying to settle in. familiar but not. the same but not. he should be comfortable with this, but he isn’t. there’s a pause, and he’s looking somewhere past her just a little. there’s no one else here. ❝ i’m not sure, ❞ he says after a long moment. ❝ it’s not… i mean. sometimes we don’t really know who’s fronting right now. it’s a lot rarer now for it to be like this. just me and no one else. lately, you know, it’s been elliot and mr. robot, mostly, but i guess it’s always been my job to make things more fucking confusing. so. ❞ sam shrugs a little, a tiny motion of his shoulders. the chair creaks as he leans back a little more. ❝ tonight, at least, i think. maybe tomorrow. ❞
everette seems like a lifetime ago, but the memories are too vivid for her most days. it’s usually in nightmares, but everything is available in sleep so it’s not that hard to figure out why. she blinks at the word, as if it’s foreign to her, it’s not --- if anything the flat tone is a bit of a relief, a call back to her own memory. that it, in fact, was not just a vivid hallucination. it all was real, he --- sam, was real. she watches as he moves to sit back in the chair, her own frame moving to the couch where flipper slept at the edge of. blue eyes watching the hacker speak. yeah, she knew when mr. robot was out because the air changed. it was subtle, but it was usually in the early mornings when elliot began to bottom out. when he forgot to take care of himself or when he got too fed up with something. she didn’t see him that much, but that was deliberate.
ruby swallows at the words, tonight --- maybe tomorrow. her eyes fall shut for a moment as her lower lip gets caught between her teeth. it’s a small window, getting smaller with every moment. ❛ when do you think you’ll be done? ❜ her voice is light, soft as she glances him over. a faint smile tugs at her lips. ❛ um, when you’re done do you want to like go up to the rooftop or something? ❜ get the fuck out of here for a bit? ❛ you know, uh, you did promise to show me around new york at some point ❜ she teases, to be fair, when she made him promise that --- she thought she’d been dead. everything’s weird now, and she’d be lying if she said she doesn’t hate it.
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