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ALAYNE STONE ♕ SANSA STARK ([personal profile] wont) wrote2020-04-05 09:02 pm

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[personal profile] grndnpnd 2012-04-14 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ All of a sudden, Tommy seems to remember that he's supposed to be here to get food. Maybe it's the talk of pretending that jolts something in his head and reminds him that he's supposed to be. He moves away from the fridge, so he can turn around, get it open, and try to find something inside that he's fine with eating.

While he does, she thinks more about what she said, about games he'd play with Brendan when they were kids (which were always a little too stupid for Brendan's age, maybe, but which he always went along with) and about how mom pretended everything was okay, up until she decided to stop. So maybe she has a point, even if Tommy's not sure how good he is at pretending these days.
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That's what people want, right? They ask, "How are you?" and all you're ever supposed t'say is, "Fine."
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[personal profile] grndnpnd 2012-04-15 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, please, thank you, [ Tommy says, an instant, engrained response to her offer of help. For a moment, his eyes go slightly wide, and it's not pretending exactly, but it's a remainder of what his mom taught him long ago when he was a person who doesn't have a lot in common with the person he is now. He steps back, giving her better access to the fridge, and the moment passes.

He resists the urge to frown at her question. He can't quite tell if it's meant genuinely or as a snappy retort. But either way, his answer wouldn't change much anyway.
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I'm alive. I've got stuff to eat and somewhere to sleep. Could be worse.
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[personal profile] grndnpnd 2012-04-16 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Left to his own devices, Tommy will eat just about anything. He's mostly kept to his diet -- as much as possible in the circumstances -- more because the routine is reassuring and it gives him something to think about when he doesn't want to think about other things than because he actually cares.

When he takes the box from Alayne, he gives the contents a quick check and then nods his head in a half-thank you and half-acknowledgement that her choice works for him. He takes a step back to try to find something other than his fingers to eat with (and that, honestly, is just because she's there watching).
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Yeah, well. When you've been worse, better than worse feels like fine. [ He looks down sullenly at his feet. ]
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[personal profile] grndnpnd 2012-04-19 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He finds a kind of fork not long after he starts looking -- only so many drawers to sift through and cutlery's still sort of where he expects it, even here in the future -- and digs in. A moment later, he's glad he did because it gives him something to furrow his eyebrows at when she asks her question.

His gut's first impulse is that he hasn't had a friend since Manny died. It's his gut's second impulse too, actually, a one-two punch that makes his jaw tighten and the food he's eating suddenly that much less appealing. His third impulse, though, is that maybe that ain't so true anymore. Tyke and Jenna and Dean and Jim. And Alayne. There are people here he doesn't mind being around so much, and maybe that's what friendship is for him these days.

He doesn't think he'd tell any of the others that, but Alayne's young, and he can't bring himself to shrug her off the way he'd shrug other people off. He stirs the cotents of his container around.
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Sure. We're friends, [ he says. ] Why you askin'?