03-19-2020, 12:37 PM
She grinned. Maybe super was an exaggeration, but she’d always enjoyed understanding things. People. Machines. Her curiosity poured into whatever distraction was available to her time and resources, and she was tenacious with it. Secrets didn’t last long around Sesuna if she liked the scent of them. She leaned back in the seat and stretched her legs out, crossing them at the ankle. If there was a stone of worry lodged in her gut she did not yet dwell on it, knowing Anbessa would probably fret more than enough for both of them.
A friend to Ibrihim? A touch of amusement touched her expression, but she certainly wasn’t going to touch on that territory with her big brother. She cleared her throat instead. “You can stop that now, Bessie. It sounds like you’re trying to say goodbye.” Both brows crested, not in question but in admonition. Family didn’t thank family for staying. She thought about elbowing him in the ribs, but it was quite clear that he was being sincere. Maybe one day she would tell him in no uncertain words that he didn’t need to make up for their father’s emotional absence. He was enough on his own. For today, though, they’d poked at the edges of enough rough-healed wounds.
His face crinkled. She sensed the waves of anxiety he tried to quell and pierced that serious bubble with her usual devil-may-care grin. “You know I’m contractually obliged, right? I’m afraid you’re simply not allowed to get rid of me.”
A friend to Ibrihim? A touch of amusement touched her expression, but she certainly wasn’t going to touch on that territory with her big brother. She cleared her throat instead. “You can stop that now, Bessie. It sounds like you’re trying to say goodbye.” Both brows crested, not in question but in admonition. Family didn’t thank family for staying. She thought about elbowing him in the ribs, but it was quite clear that he was being sincere. Maybe one day she would tell him in no uncertain words that he didn’t need to make up for their father’s emotional absence. He was enough on his own. For today, though, they’d poked at the edges of enough rough-healed wounds.
His face crinkled. She sensed the waves of anxiety he tried to quell and pierced that serious bubble with her usual devil-may-care grin. “You know I’m contractually obliged, right? I’m afraid you’re simply not allowed to get rid of me.”