She does actually roll her eyes at that. He's probably right and she has grown up. What a dad Joel thing to say, she thinks, and the very thought twists her up inside.
She never got to really reconcile everything with Joel. Some of it she maybe never would have; she has no idea. But that opportunity was stolen from her.
She spent weeks in another place before this one, so she still doesn't know if anyone back home is okay, if Dina got out of Seattle, where Tommy even was. She tries not to dwell on it or she'll go insane. More insane?
She shoves away whatever she might think about Joel or need to tell him in the moment. There's too much, they're in some spooky ass cave, this is not the time.
Instead, without thinking about what she's doing, she steps closer to him and throws her arms around his waist, hands clenched behind him in the fabric of his clothes.
"What if I'm dreaming you?" she says, words half-muffled against him.
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She never got to really reconcile everything with Joel. Some of it she maybe never would have; she has no idea. But that opportunity was stolen from her.
She spent weeks in another place before this one, so she still doesn't know if anyone back home is okay, if Dina got out of Seattle, where Tommy even was. She tries not to dwell on it or she'll go insane. More insane?
She shoves away whatever she might think about Joel or need to tell him in the moment. There's too much, they're in some spooky ass cave, this is not the time.
Instead, without thinking about what she's doing, she steps closer to him and throws her arms around his waist, hands clenched behind him in the fabric of his clothes.
"What if I'm dreaming you?" she says, words half-muffled against him.