"Malcolm, honestly?" She spins to look back over at him. She has a sudden realization that she has no idea what his usual dosage of anything was back home for that to be anything to compare it to. "If you stop breathing, I'm going do CPR on you, just so I can slap you and you'll still feel it." So there.
"What did you mix anyway?" She asks, turning back to the angel on the dresser. She picks it up and gasps as the whole thing plays out again like it was happening in real time all over again. "God, you really started the 'everything's okay' that night?" She turns to look over her shoulder at him again.
"That's what you saw, isn't it? Dad's arrest." She places the angel back on the dresser, though she's half-temped to just break the damn thing. Mr. Boots isn't the comforting memory of an imaginary friend she thought he was any more, anyway. She sighs and drops onto the bed next to him. "God, even a whole universe or weird military experiment city away from him, we can't get away." She huffs and lays down, curling up next to her brother, knees drawn up, making herself fit into the space at his side.
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"What did you mix anyway?" She asks, turning back to the angel on the dresser. She picks it up and gasps as the whole thing plays out again like it was happening in real time all over again. "God, you really started the 'everything's okay' that night?" She turns to look over her shoulder at him again.
"That's what you saw, isn't it? Dad's arrest." She places the angel back on the dresser, though she's half-temped to just break the damn thing. Mr. Boots isn't the comforting memory of an imaginary friend she thought he was any more, anyway. She sighs and drops onto the bed next to him. "God, even a whole universe or weird military experiment city away from him, we can't get away." She huffs and lays down, curling up next to her brother, knees drawn up, making herself fit into the space at his side.