He doesn't know she's awake. Behind his cabin, he's effectively blind, but he does enjoy the silence.
So when she knocks, he's startled completely out of his concentration.
She's awake!
He opens the door. "Hello, Trixie. I didn't realize you were up yet."
He's looking more or less like normal. His desk, where he had been occupied, carries a few small rocks, and he is trying to redecorate his spider terrariums.
The change in decor is subtle, but then again, Henry usually doesn’t change anything about his bleak little cabin. Trixie automatically takes note of the collection of rocks and the way he seems to be using them to fix up spiders’ homes.
It’d be kind of adorable if it wasn’t spiders.
“Hey,” she says a little weakly. “Sorry I sort’ve dropped on you like that. Thanks for bringing me to Kaz straight away.”
That doesn't surprise her in the slightest. What does make her give pause is the fact that Henry apparently allowed it, but the mention of Jon derails her train of thought.
"Heard he left," she remarks, giving no opinion one way or the other. Not yet.
She doesn’t say anything more. She’s been reading about this technique — maybe if she just gives him neutral statements he’ll volunteer information on his own.
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So when she knocks, he's startled completely out of his concentration.
She's awake!
He opens the door. "Hello, Trixie. I didn't realize you were up yet."
He's looking more or less like normal. His desk, where he had been occupied, carries a few small rocks, and he is trying to redecorate his spider terrariums.
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It’d be kind of adorable if it wasn’t spiders.
“Hey,” she says a little weakly. “Sorry I sort’ve dropped on you like that. Thanks for bringing me to Kaz straight away.”
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Too much she means to say. Didn't fuck with him 'too much'.
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He sits down at his desk to resume his work.
"He got me drunk and we watched dinosaur movies."
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She sits down on the edge of his bed to watch him fiddle with the rocks. She'll ask about those later.
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He picks through the rocks, finding the best looking ones for his spiders.
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"Heard he left," she remarks, giving no opinion one way or the other. Not yet.
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"I'm not upset about him leaving." Might as well get that out of the way.
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She doesn’t say anything more. She’s been reading about this technique — maybe if she just gives him neutral statements he’ll volunteer information on his own.
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This is suspicious.
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Well, maybe not all is lost? Maybe she can still spin this?
"What do you think I'm doing?"
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"I'm really not upset, Trixie. I'm - I don't know what I am. But I'm not angry that he left."
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"There are more emotions than just angry or not-angry. What are you feeling? If you can't name it, can you describe it?"
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"I wish he hadn't left. He was kind to me."
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"We humans call that being sad."
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The spider is deposited on the table.
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She frowns and inches a little further away from the table.
"Is that what you're feeling? Maybe regret?"
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"Does the name of the feeling matter? If it's regret, if it's sadness, then what? There's no use to it beyond the label."
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She tilts her head.
"Ain't useless, promise."
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Because just 'is' isn't exactly how emotions work.
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"It's alright to miss him," she says quietly. "And it's alright if you don't either. Just...glad you talked to me about it."
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