[He leans forward and she finds herself unsure of how to respond - she wants to lean in, but the palm-sweating paranoia tells her to lean back. Instead she stays where she is, listening. Vanya's not usually one to interrupt.
That word again - normal. She wonders if it's ever going to have a clear definition in her head, or if she'll ever hear or say it without tasting bitterness. What helps is that he's not trying to push it at her as a marker: he may not feel just the same as she does, but at least he has some sense of it. Vanya feels the smile start to come back.]
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That word again - normal. She wonders if it's ever going to have a clear definition in her head, or if she'll ever hear or say it without tasting bitterness. What helps is that he's not trying to push it at her as a marker: he may not feel just the same as she does, but at least he has some sense of it. Vanya feels the smile start to come back.]
I could use a little solidarity, these days.
[These days, this life. You know.]