"I have tea," she says to the offer of coffee, shaking her head. She didn't need the jolt of caffeine, it wouldn't help. Even if she had loosened up a tiny bit when she'd seen his dogtags: at least they'd have some kind of even footing. She'd had the mostly empty cup of green tea--it wasn't lotus tea, the sweet and floral kind Quynh had given her a box of once Andy had fallen in love with it--sitting by her elbow getting cold for the last half hour. But it helped. A little. "Moving outside might be...better,"she hedged. "And it's Andy."
The guidebook got a closed hand resting on it, fingers curling gently as if tunneling through Gioia's fur. But she she knew enough of service dogs from her former fellow-soldiers to know not to pet her. "She's pretty. What does she help you with?" Andy asked, gathering the book and bag to move. It let her breathe a soft sighof relief when the noise level dropped:there were people but they were father away, quieter. Ambient noise was difficult for her to ignore:it had always meant she should be listening, moving, planning. Something. To let it simply flow around her and sit still was a tall order.
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Date: 2020-09-24 03:03 pm (UTC)The guidebook got a closed hand resting on it, fingers curling gently as if tunneling through Gioia's fur. But she she knew enough of service dogs from her former fellow-soldiers to know not to pet her. "She's pretty. What does she help you with?" Andy asked, gathering the book and bag to move. It let her breathe a soft sighof relief when the noise level dropped:there were people but they were father away, quieter. Ambient noise was difficult for her to ignore:it had always meant she should be listening, moving, planning. Something. To let it simply flow around her and sit still was a tall order.
"How long have you been out?"