In the confines of Carolina's mind, Epsilon says, Oh my god, I didn't realize the stereotypes about lesbians were so true.
This conversation is making York low-key insane, mostly because she doesn't know what to expect. The reality that she's been dead for several years while everyone else just kept on living is starting to sink in. Shit, it might as well be time travel. Carolina has changed, it's more obvious the longer they talk, and it makes her weirdly uneasy. Maybe the problem, York thinks, is that she's been too dead to do any changing.
"Oh yeah?" York manages to say it on a laugh, painfully awkward. Jesus Christ, she feels like a teenager all of a sudden. "What, uh, kind of feelings?"
It's almost painful to ask the question directly, because she's not certain she can weather the answer, but all this dancing around it is going to kill her first.
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This conversation is making York low-key insane, mostly because she doesn't know what to expect. The reality that she's been dead for several years while everyone else just kept on living is starting to sink in. Shit, it might as well be time travel. Carolina has changed, it's more obvious the longer they talk, and it makes her weirdly uneasy. Maybe the problem, York thinks, is that she's been too dead to do any changing.
"Oh yeah?" York manages to say it on a laugh, painfully awkward. Jesus Christ, she feels like a teenager all of a sudden. "What, uh, kind of feelings?"
It's almost painful to ask the question directly, because she's not certain she can weather the answer, but all this dancing around it is going to kill her first.