[ under different circumstances, julie wouldn't be ashamed to admit that eddie immediately grabbing that bottle was extremely attractive of him, but right now she's just... worried. she's fucking worried about him. christ. she lifts her hands as she comes down those last few steps, strangely more cautious now he's dropped the bottle, and tosses her knife and mask down on one of the chairs once she's down there. ]
[ she used to be good at this — comforting people, making them feel safe. sure some of it was artificial, learned care rather than genuine, but it was still something she could do. nobody comes to her for that, so as a skill it's regressed a little. ]
[ hesitantly, julie comes to stand by him where he's perched on the arm of the couch and lightly (perhaps a little more lightly than necessary, she's not exactly used to touching survivors, has no idea how that strength translates outside a trial) lifts a hand to his shoulder. at the very least, the worry in the frown she looks down at him with is genuine, as is the concern in her voice. ]
What is who?
[ should she push him to talk about it? or just try and distract him? she has no idea. ]
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[ she used to be good at this — comforting people, making them feel safe. sure some of it was artificial, learned care rather than genuine, but it was still something she could do. nobody comes to her for that, so as a skill it's regressed a little. ]
[ hesitantly, julie comes to stand by him where he's perched on the arm of the couch and lightly (perhaps a little more lightly than necessary, she's not exactly used to touching survivors, has no idea how that strength translates outside a trial) lifts a hand to his shoulder. at the very least, the worry in the frown she looks down at him with is genuine, as is the concern in her voice. ]
What is who?
[ should she push him to talk about it? or just try and distract him? she has no idea. ]