[He isn't expecting an answer, not really. Just as much for the late hour as for... why the fuck would she want to talk to him, anyway?
It isn't like he had some kind rapport with the other version of her that was here before. He'd barely spoken to her more than a couple of times before she disappeared. And it isn't like the simple fact of being here makes anything inherently different--
A part of him still hates her for her book. Another part of him is still terrified of her power.
But somewhere buried deep under the anger and the fear, inside a box hidden behind long-locked doors, a part of him just misses his sister. The sister she was when they were young, before she was shipped away to music boarding school. Before they had drifted too far apart to even recognize each other. Before Diego learned how to hate her.
He blinks when the phone makes a quiet chime and he picks it up, surprised to see Vanya had answered at all.
Right. Of course. This was stupid.]
Just thought we cou- Do you want to Is it weird to ask y-
[Really, really stupid. She'll say no. He knows she will.
But he should still ask. He should still try .]
You wanna grab lunch together tomorrow?
[He stares at the words for a long moment before finally pressing send. He hates how normal it sounds, like this is, or ever was, just a thing they did. It isn't, and never was. And he's sure it won't change now, either.
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It isn't like he had some kind rapport with the other version of her that was here before. He'd barely spoken to her more than a couple of times before she disappeared. And it isn't like the simple fact of being here makes anything inherently different--
A part of him still hates her for her book.
Another part of him is still terrified of her power.
But somewhere buried deep under the anger and the fear, inside a box hidden behind long-locked doors, a part of him just misses his sister. The sister she was when they were young, before she was shipped away to music boarding school.
Before they had drifted too far apart to even recognize each other.
Before Diego learned how to hate her.
He blinks when the phone makes a quiet chime and he picks it up, surprised to see Vanya had answered at all.
Right.
Of course.
This was stupid.]
Just thought we cou-Do you want to
Is it weird to ask y-
[Really, really stupid.
She'll say no. He knows she will.
But he should still ask.
He should still try .]
You wanna grab lunch together tomorrow?
[He stares at the words for a long moment before finally pressing send. He hates how normal it sounds, like this is, or ever was, just a thing they did. It isn't, and never was. And he's sure it won't change now, either.
But at least he sent it.]