A light pressure: Derrica's thumb at the back of Ellie's hand, silent acknowledgement.
Yes, Ellie knows. So maybe it is fair that Derrica feels some of it now.
"Not yet."
Maybe never. There are things that Derrica knows are unfair to say, that are her business to carry and process and let go of in due time. Ellie is happy, and they have an understanding of each other, this resolution to hold fast to their closeness in whatever form it takes.
"Only that I want to know, if I overstep," is only a reiteration of things they've spoken of before. Maybe it won't hurt Ellie anymore if Derrica reaches for her, but maybe it will be unwelcome for other reasons.
Not yet is a fair answer, and honestly it's the one Ellie expected. It's a lot to ask someone to reach in with both hands pull their guts out for you when you've already left them raw.
"You know I will."
It's not the first time Ellie's had things be less than straightforward, difficult without anyone involved being wrong. But it does make her more determined to be honest and heartfelt, to not let anything slip away. Even if it's clumsy, it's sincere.
Ellie looks down at their joined hands, squeezing again.
"Is there anything... y'know, outside of us, that I can help with?"
Because despite this conversation, their own complicated entanglements aren't the only thing in their lives.
Derrica breathes out. Not a sigh, but near to it. Awareness of all other things weighing on her, living alongside this new-made ache, and uncertain of which she might share with Ellie.
She draws Ellie's hand into her lap, folds it between her own two hands, as she turns over her respective worries. Considers that maybe they should have been talking about other things this whole time; maybe if she came at the thing between them sideways, it would have worked better.
But that's not something to say aloud to Ellie.
"Can you help me take inventory in the clinic tomorrow morning?" is what she settles on, having considered and dismissed heavier worries. "It goes faster with two, but I don't like bothering Richard for it every time."
It's a mixture of faint disappointment, but a knowing reality. If the question had been reversed Ellie probably would've asked for something similar. Something to do with their hands, practical, necessary. No high stakes.
It gives them space around each other, time for them to relax into it again.
Yeah. It's good.
"You bet," she says softly, curling a thumb to rub over the back of Derrica's knuckle, lifting her head to look at her. "I'll be there."
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Yes, Ellie knows. So maybe it is fair that Derrica feels some of it now.
"Not yet."
Maybe never. There are things that Derrica knows are unfair to say, that are her business to carry and process and let go of in due time. Ellie is happy, and they have an understanding of each other, this resolution to hold fast to their closeness in whatever form it takes.
"Only that I want to know, if I overstep," is only a reiteration of things they've spoken of before. Maybe it won't hurt Ellie anymore if Derrica reaches for her, but maybe it will be unwelcome for other reasons.
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"You know I will."
It's not the first time Ellie's had things be less than straightforward, difficult without anyone involved being wrong. But it does make her more determined to be honest and heartfelt, to not let anything slip away. Even if it's clumsy, it's sincere.
Ellie looks down at their joined hands, squeezing again.
"Is there anything... y'know, outside of us, that I can help with?"
Because despite this conversation, their own complicated entanglements aren't the only thing in their lives.
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Derrica breathes out. Not a sigh, but near to it. Awareness of all other things weighing on her, living alongside this new-made ache, and uncertain of which she might share with Ellie.
She draws Ellie's hand into her lap, folds it between her own two hands, as she turns over her respective worries. Considers that maybe they should have been talking about other things this whole time; maybe if she came at the thing between them sideways, it would have worked better.
But that's not something to say aloud to Ellie.
"Can you help me take inventory in the clinic tomorrow morning?" is what she settles on, having considered and dismissed heavier worries. "It goes faster with two, but I don't like bothering Richard for it every time."
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It gives them space around each other, time for them to relax into it again.
Yeah. It's good.
"You bet," she says softly, curling a thumb to rub over the back of Derrica's knuckle, lifting her head to look at her. "I'll be there."