[ of course she beelines for the bat. it's nancy. even with a towel slung over her shoulders (not unlike the night they were in the pool), she doesn't appear uncomfortable. ]
About the same. [ said neutrally, although her gaze is turned away from him. she lifts the bat, testing out her swing. ]
[ it's not always bad, but she never feels safe. fear comes, when she's alone in her room. she wishes jonathan was here — and that she was still with steve. well, sometimes she wishes for that, when he looks at her a certain way. or when she wakes up in the middle of the night in her room that isn't really her room. she wishes barb was there the most, since dead people supposedly can arrive here, too. the knowledge that barb could arrive and reverse nancy's biggest mistakes is what she clings to, however stupid it may be.
she hazards a glance over her shoulder at steve. ]
You remember the day of the Snow Ball, right? And everything that happened with Will.
[ she hadn't seen him there, seeing as he wasn't on the volunteer rota, but he'll know the date. it's basically the same every year. ]
shhhh
About the same. [ said neutrally, although her gaze is turned away from him. she lifts the bat, testing out her swing. ]
[ it's not always bad, but she never feels safe. fear comes, when she's alone in her room. she wishes jonathan was here — and that she was still with steve. well, sometimes she wishes for that, when he looks at her a certain way. or when she wakes up in the middle of the night in her room that isn't really her room. she wishes barb was there the most, since dead people supposedly can arrive here, too. the knowledge that barb could arrive and reverse nancy's biggest mistakes is what she clings to, however stupid it may be.
she hazards a glance over her shoulder at steve. ]
You remember the day of the Snow Ball, right? And everything that happened with Will.
[ she hadn't seen him there, seeing as he wasn't on the volunteer rota, but he'll know the date. it's basically the same every year. ]