[An initiation text, send right to Sarah; he had arrived early, of course, and in proper fashion. Chilton wanted to stake out a shadowy corner booth in the back, away from any ruckus the front side bar might bring. Despite the public setting, he required something of an intimate atmosphere.
[ Sarah doesn't answer his text, but a minute or so later she comes sliding into the booth, glass of bourbon in hand. It's a bit of a worse for ware Sarah than the last time they spoke—there's a noticeable limp as she comes walking up, two of her fingers are splinted together, and there are mostly healed cuts on her face. She doesn't look surly, though, so much as nervous. ]
[Calm voice, his clinical voice. It's soft and precise, intended to draw you in towards him. Chilton's got his own drink at his lips soon, a whiskey neat.]
Good to see you. Already prepared. [A nod at her own bourbon.] Now. Do you want to start the topic, or shall I ease you in?
[ She hadn't expected him to get right to it, though of course, that's his job. But still, when he suggests starting, she almost visibly flinches, then wastes some time turning her glass around and around on the table. ]
I know I started talking about trying to cook dinner for you and George and Jess at our place sometime, or like a barbecue with more people so it was less like Double Date Disaster Redux: The Redatening and more like chilling out sesh with banger sangers and beers but if we do that it'll definitely work better if we just do the barbecue thing with friends or maybe don't do anything
nothing dire, to be clear, just Jess and me broke up and it was pretty awkward and by awkward I mean she's ruined onion rings for me
anyway I'm swearing off dating and going to join a convent
Shit, sorry, i'm not sure what to say. But that's fine, we don't need to do anything. We can just hang out, we don't need to do date things.
[ Which is her very very tactful way of acknowledging that the Sarissa/Jessica relationship was a trainwreck from the beginning, and that she's not surprised it ended awkwardly, but also, she doesn't particularly feel like going on dates or hanging out with a bunch of people, so it's fine. ]
It's alright. Always a bit weird to figure what to say, isn't it?
Honestly being quiet for a while sounds good. If you could just schedule in time to pet my hair and tell me I'm pretty and not a total duck who'll never meet someone who is nice and non homicidal and has nice arms that'd be nice Optional though
thanks because my other plan is to feel sorry for myself and think about how I only attract jerks or am only attracted to jerks and those are both depressing
[He took a drawl -- slower, softer turn of speech. Trying to make this more comfortable for her.]
We'll just begin casually, then. What has been on your mind, recently? The thing, or things, that you cannot seem to stop thinking about -- even if you want to?
Ah. [No gushing of sympathy -- he went for the subtler downcast glance. Sarah, he figured, would appreciate that more.] I am sorry, for your loss.
[He would guess that her sisters -- her clones, that was something he always kept in the back of his mind -- were indeed mostly the family she had. It seemed like she like a dangerous life, and perhaps not willingly.
Hard to keep much more amidst all that. And an impossible baby in the mix, a miracle child, how terrifying that would be.]
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