[ 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. ]
I've mostly been surfing the net. [ very retro, much 90s slang ] And sleeping.
[ she doesn't want to worry rey with how bad she aches or how much being in the hospital sucks. she doesn't want to think about it, either. sleeping all day and hoping people will think about her and come see her is a pretty low feeling, but she's too prideful to ask for people to come either. ]
How are you doing? [ don't think she didn't notice the careful walk and talk. ]
[ she doesn't ask if that's a smart move. she gets it. you have to do what you have to do, even if it sucks. one of the many fall-outs they share of a not-so-easy starting life. ]
Don't overdo it. [ but she does care. she doesn't want rey to hurt herself ] These beds suck, you don't want to be stuck in them.
[ an arch of a brow, a bite into a burrito. there's a brief pause as she chews and swallows. an opportunity to elaborate that daisy doesn't honestly expect rey to take her up on. ]
They'll probably stop when they find out I'm getting delivery.
[ and, in all fairness, daisy can afford to have food brought to her. some of the refugees here are newer arrivals, and they don't have the cashflow yet. she'll likely stop accepting handouts sooner rather than later. ]
The point remains. [ They do it when they need to. That's worth considering. But then, Rey's always been a Morningstar stan. ] At least you're in good company. [ A beat. ] I don't mean me.
[ daisy shrugs. she agrees and doesn't at the same time. ]
I mean, maybe. I'm sure on the people level, yeah. But I'm not really willing to put down flags for an org in the shadows.
[ she doesn't really want to fight rey of all people about this. she doesn't want to tell rey what to believe or what to do, and she hopes that the other girl feels the same. they can agree to disagree, she hopes. ]
You saw those UNA soldiers. They don't have a choice but to work in the shadows if they want to live.
[ It's an unfortunate thing. She's not necessarily digging her heels in or trying to start a fight -- just point it out. Rey has made her own life difficult by projecting her own Resistance onto Morningstar. They're not the same, necessarily, and she knows that, but ... it's important that she try. ]
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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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Good. That's good.
[ And what ultimately matters, in her opinion. Whatever else is in the chart is secondary. ]
Do you have something to keep you occupied? A game or a book or something?
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[ she doesn't want to worry rey with how bad she aches or how much being in the hospital sucks. she doesn't want to think about it, either. sleeping all day and hoping people will think about her and come see her is a pretty low feeling, but she's too prideful to ask for people to come either. ]
How are you doing? [ don't think she didn't notice the careful walk and talk. ]
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[ Said around a mouthful of meat. ]
Back at work.
[ Shouldn't be, but is. Bills wait for no woman. ]
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Don't overdo it. [ but she does care. she doesn't want rey to hurt herself ] These beds suck, you don't want to be stuck in them.
[ look, dry humor. ]
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They'll probably stop when they find out I'm getting delivery.
[ and, in all fairness, daisy can afford to have food brought to her. some of the refugees here are newer arrivals, and they don't have the cashflow yet. she'll likely stop accepting handouts sooner rather than later. ]
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[ because now, she's curious. ]
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Morningstar. They're good people, you know.
[ That's up for debate, apparently, but Rey insists upon it. ]
They never had to do any of this for us.
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I mean, maybe. I'm sure on the people level, yeah. But I'm not really willing to put down flags for an org in the shadows.
[ she doesn't really want to fight rey of all people about this. she doesn't want to tell rey what to believe or what to do, and she hopes that the other girl feels the same. they can agree to disagree, she hopes. ]
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[ It's an unfortunate thing. She's not necessarily digging her heels in or trying to start a fight -- just point it out. Rey has made her own life difficult by projecting her own Resistance onto Morningstar. They're not the same, necessarily, and she knows that, but ... it's important that she try. ]
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[ obviously. hello, hospital. ]
It's hard for me to really trust a group that very obviously doesn't trust us as far as they can throw us. [ is she bitter? a little. ]
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