"Breathe... Vanya, in and out, okay? It's okay. We-- we're safe. All of us." He can only imagine the way she feels if she even gets a fleeting stray thought of that theater and everything that was literally crashing around them in flames. But--
"A house in-- like-- 80's New Orleans." Which sounds ridiculous, unless a person knows their lives, and the things all of them are capable of. "Five got us out, and this is where it kicked us. Have you- have you been out solid for the last two days?" He almost wants to touch her face, just to prove that this, she is solid and real. Whether to himself or to her, he's not sure. But he doesn't. He just keep his hand on her arm, hoping she can remember how to breathe.
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Date: 2019-03-12 03:16 am (UTC)"A house in-- like-- 80's New Orleans." Which sounds ridiculous, unless a person knows their lives, and the things all of them are capable of. "Five got us out, and this is where it kicked us. Have you- have you been out solid for the last two days?" He almost wants to touch her face, just to prove that this, she is solid and real. Whether to himself or to her, he's not sure. But he doesn't. He just keep his hand on her arm, hoping she can remember how to breathe.