[ It's a careful dance. She could offer. She could ask if it would help to. She could just say.
It's all tangled up in what this isn't. Or is. Or isn't. In the fact she could probably bring Lise anything at this point, scarves and boas she's outgrown, nail polish and candy hearts, or something silly every time, but everyone else has their pride mangled up in it, too. Somewhere nowhere near as simple. Because none of the rest of them are seven. ]
[She could offer. Mick would say yes in a heartbeat because who else knew the heart of a seven year old girl than someone who had once been seven? But it's not his call to make. Lisa is family in every way, but Mick can't make those kinds of decisions, not without talking to Lenny first.
There's also the weird kind of thing that they've got going on, that they're still figuring out.]
Sara isn't late, but then she doesn't have anywhere else she wants to be. They've done that to her. All three of them, and as much as it might be a little messier than the messes Sara's already been good at, she doesn't really want to not be making this one. Even if she can't really tell anyone much about it. Maybe not even herself. Not expect that she wants to be her. To be doing whatever it is.
That she can do showing up. She can do sushi.
She can do that too quick step the moment she spots the restaurant sign, and the maybe too ready glance around the whole room after she pushes the door open, with that jingle of bells announcing a new customer, and that so bright smile, when she finally spots Mick and heads across the room.
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Date: 2018-01-22 03:09 am (UTC)She could ask if it would help to. She could just say.
It's all tangled up in what this isn't. Or is. Or isn't. In the fact she could probably bring Lise anything at this point, scarves and boas she's outgrown, nail polish and candy hearts, or something silly every time, but everyone else has their pride mangled up in it, too. Somewhere nowhere near as simple. Because none of the rest of them are seven. ]
Seven. I'll text you if I'm running late.
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Date: 2018-01-22 02:27 pm (UTC)But it's not his call to make. Lisa is family in every way, but Mick can't make those kinds of decisions, not without talking to Lenny first.
There's also the weird kind of thing that they've got going on, that they're still figuring out.]
I'll be there.
Sake warmed and fish ready to go.
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Date: 2019-01-21 05:20 pm (UTC)Sara isn't late, but then she doesn't have anywhere else she wants to be. They've done that to her. All three of them, and as much as it might be a little messier than the messes Sara's already been good at, she doesn't really want to not be making this one. Even if she can't really tell anyone much about it. Maybe not even herself. Not expect that she wants to be her. To be doing whatever it is.
That she can do showing up. She can do sushi.
She can do that too quick step the moment she spots the restaurant sign, and the maybe too ready glance around the whole room after she pushes the door open, with that jingle of bells announcing a new customer, and that so bright smile, when she finally spots Mick and heads across the room.