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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

More new arrivals but her business was elsewhere, and she figured she would be meeting them soon enough anyway.

The Sensoriums were set to look like Central Park as a pleasant spring day. Gentle breeze blowing while Kate lined up her shots toward the targets 50 feet away. It was very nice and pretty. A nice contrast from the ugliness of late. She had been feeling so mixed lately. Between being angry at Paco, nervous about Brenda's arrival, and then that whole last moment as the Yeerk died, it's been a very confusing time mentally and emotionally. She took her shots.

Still off. She went to go fetch her arrows, but then paused before find a place near a tree to slump down. She drew her knees up to her chin, and set her bow on the ground by her. She then lowered her head face down, and drew in slow shuddering breaths. She wasn't crying at the moment, but only because she wasn't sure how to feel at the moment.

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[oneiropompuppet.livejournal.com]

"Say whatever you feel you need to say," Penelope replies. "Your feelings are valid. They should be expressed, not repressed."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She paused at that, and stared hard at her.

"You sound a little like her. My therapist."

[oneiropompuppet.livejournal.com]

Penelope takes this as a compliment. "Thank you."

She almost asks if Kate was seeing her for help in dealing with any particular issues, then stops herself. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

And that was really nothing she wanted to bring up. Not yet. Even if the Yeerk did make the memories fresh in her mind again.

She shuddered, and wrapped her arms around herself. Tense, almost like she was ready to strike.

"Didn't help my almost boyfriend got possessed before me and made sure I did too."

[oneiropompuppet.livejournal.com]

Penelope watches the reaction intently. (Wrapping arms over the abdominal area: classic protective gesture.)

"Who's your almost boyfriend?" she asks.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She walked around, almost pacing.

"Paco. Seemed like a nice guy. I know I shouldn't blame him, but it's got all complicated now. He and Jaime got another friend from home." One that was clearly interested in Paco, and she didn't want to be in the middle of it. Better to blame him, keep distance.

Even if she felt really alone.

[oneiropompuppet.livejournal.com]

There's a lot to unpack, there. Penelope nods, expression thoughtful.

"I can see how the incident with the Yeerks would complicate matters. How does the friend from home complicate things?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Because she's the one he liked from back home, and she likes him. Felt like I was a stand in with that."

[oneiropompuppet.livejournal.com]

"Have you talked to either of them about your feelings?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Uh, did I mention the whole possessed part? I only just met her while I still had that slug stuck in my head." Even if those last moments of its death left her puzzled.