[ rey's not incredibly sympathetic to this assumption, and it has nothing to do with illya's conversations with her. rather, it's perhaps because daisy is being hasty to dismiss any alternative interpretation -- any more generous interpretation. ]
why would i ask him to? if he was in the hospital, i'd come see him isn't that basic common sense?
[ here's a question, daisy. why are you holding a man you refuse to put a label on to a higher standard than your actual best friend from home? because fitz hasn't come to see you either, and you're not whining about that. ]
[ rey doesn't explain further. doesn't explain that she's never had anyone come to visit her in the hospital, and she'd only visited finn once to say goodbye before she'd left for ahch-to because she couldn't stand to look at him and feel the guilt otherwise. some people don't know what the common sense around these things is. some people have never seen it. ]
[ because she would, if she could. she'd never want anyone to feel as alone as she's felt. whether here in the safehouse or back in quarantine or even just in her van, the feeling of loneliness weighs the heaviest on daisy. ]
instead, she appears shortly thereafter. rey does a good job of masking the way she walks gently to account for broken ribs, but you know. daisy's a spy, so i'm registering that it's happening. she makes her way into the medical area of the safehouse carrying a backpack.
she settles in — slow to sit, careful — beside daisy where she's recovering and from her backpack produces two foil-wrapped burritos. she hands one over. ]
The restaurants are all showing off this week. You're missing out.
[ rey's one of the first people to come see her, and as such, daisy's not totally up to snuff just yet. as much as she'd like to sit up to greet her friend, the feeling of intense pinching pain along her spine and lower ribs tells daisy that horizontal is probably still the best plan for this particular evening — at least until she manages to eat something. maybe then she'll have more energy to fight with her nervous system and tell the pain who's boss.
as rey hands over the burrito, daisy offers a weak, but grateful, smile. it's tighter than normal, not quite reaching her eyes, but there's sincerity still in it. she's just tired. ]
Thank you for this, [ in lieu of acknowledging how annoying it is to be stuck in here, unable to experience the outside world. quarantine and isolation have never been her favorite places to be. ] I was getting really sick of cardboard and flavorless jello.
I'll come back with something else tomorrow, then.
[ She offers it effortlessly, unwrapping her own burrito. She's just here to sit and eat like it's normal, or anywhere else. No weirdness around the medical part. It's almost strangely antisocial, the way she sets about eating hero wn food without greeting and without putting all her attention towards Daisy. ]
Until you're out of here. [ However many days that takes. Rey doesn't mind. ]
[ just like daisy doesn't have to make her a mixtape, but will do it anyway. but she's going to rebuff the offer initially, because that's what she does. negotiating the offer of kindness makes her feel less like an imposition. ]
I don't know how long I'm going to be in here, anyway. At least a couple days. [ she stares into the foil wrapping, as if expecting something to come crawling out. she's relieved to find it's a perfectly boring tortilla wrap. apparently chipotle has continued into the future. with a mouth half-full of food, she adds: ] I haven't actually read the charts yet.
[ she doesn't really want to know how close she came to dying. ]
Can what? [ she swallows, considering rey with a neutral look before biting into her burrito again. there's a delay before daisy connects the dots. ]
Oh, read? Yeah, I'm not, like, a vegetable or anything.
[ physical injuries, yes. mental trauma or brain damage? not so much. she knows strange would have been far more demanding with his medical care if it was something to that extent.
this burrito's really good, though. she's going to take another bite, and remind herself to thank rey again for bringing it. ]
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[ she isn't confused about who. 'protect someone' and rey's own context covered that. ]
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[ #duh ]
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[ sarcasm over text, man. ]
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i was being sarcastic
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So you did mean Illya
[ why didn't she just say so ??? ]
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[ head in hands she's so tired ]
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i mean i did get the shit beat out of me for him so you'd think he'd at least come to check in
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Did you ask him to?
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if he was in the hospital, i'd come see him
isn't that basic common sense?
[ here's a question, daisy. why are you holding a man you refuse to put a label on to a higher standard than your actual best friend from home? because fitz hasn't come to see you either, and you're not whining about that. ]
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[ rey doesn't explain further. doesn't explain that she's never had anyone come to visit her in the hospital, and she'd only visited finn once to say goodbye before she'd left for ahch-to because she couldn't stand to look at him and feel the guilt otherwise. some people don't know what the common sense around these things is. some people have never seen it. ]
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[ because she would, if she could. she'd never want anyone to feel as alone as she's felt. whether here in the safehouse or back in quarantine or even just in her van, the feeling of loneliness weighs the heaviest on daisy. ]
but i guess you're right
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Do you need me to bring anything ?
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[ you can't take her on a date, rey, so bring the date to her. ]
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Do you like burritos?
[ because rey does ]
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[ yes ]
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But I am bringing you a burrito.
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nobody's said they don't like burritos
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instead, she appears shortly thereafter. rey does a good job of masking the way she walks gently to account for broken ribs, but you know. daisy's a spy, so i'm registering that it's happening. she makes her way into the medical area of the safehouse carrying a backpack.
she settles in — slow to sit, careful — beside daisy where she's recovering and from her backpack produces two foil-wrapped burritos. she hands one over. ]
The restaurants are all showing off this week. You're missing out.
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as rey hands over the burrito, daisy offers a weak, but grateful, smile. it's tighter than normal, not quite reaching her eyes, but there's sincerity still in it. she's just tired. ]
Thank you for this, [ in lieu of acknowledging how annoying it is to be stuck in here, unable to experience the outside world. quarantine and isolation have never been her favorite places to be. ] I was getting really sick of cardboard and flavorless jello.
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[ She offers it effortlessly, unwrapping her own burrito. She's just here to sit and eat like it's normal, or anywhere else. No weirdness around the medical part. It's almost strangely antisocial, the way she sets about eating hero wn food without greeting and without putting all her attention towards Daisy. ]
Until you're out of here. [ However many days that takes. Rey doesn't mind. ]
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[ just like daisy doesn't have to make her a mixtape, but will do it anyway. but she's going to rebuff the offer initially, because that's what she does. negotiating the offer of kindness makes her feel less like an imposition. ]
I don't know how long I'm going to be in here, anyway. At least a couple days. [ she stares into the foil wrapping, as if expecting something to come crawling out. she's relieved to find it's a perfectly boring tortilla wrap. apparently chipotle has continued into the future. with a mouth half-full of food, she adds: ] I haven't actually read the charts yet.
[ she doesn't really want to know how close she came to dying. ]
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She fights to keep a level tone as she notes, ] You can though, right?
[ Read still? No neurological damage. Nothing serious. She's trying to make it sound like she's asking after the weather. ]
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Oh, read? Yeah, I'm not, like, a vegetable or anything.
[ physical injuries, yes. mental trauma or brain damage? not so much. she knows strange would have been far more demanding with his medical care if it was something to that extent.
this burrito's really good, though. she's going to take another bite, and remind herself to thank rey again for bringing it. ]
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