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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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."