It fades. The impact of it. But you don't really forget, not in the ways you want to.
[there's a low note to the tone of her voice, the imprint of personal experience ringing through. She's had over twenty four hours to run in mental and emotional circles regarding what she saw, which means she does at least have perspective. She understands, even if what she saw wasn't the same as Malcolm, or North.
She looks up when Mal starts speaking again, lips parting to interrupt.]
I--
[ Oh.
Or, Mal can. Keep going. And going, and Carolina's eyes get a little wider, and she can distantly feel that her jaw is slowly dropping open in shock. Surprise. Disbelief. At least one if not all of those emotions, tucked in behind a face slowly growing more distant even as something churns within her stomach.
No. North hadn't mentioned that. Not that she had asked, and ultimately, that was his business -- and York's, really. Which made it Mal's, in an unenviable and awkward fashion. It adds a pall to what she had thought she knew, and there is guilt - that she should have realised sooner, instead of not at all. Mouth parts, then closes, then opens again to take a breath again as he continues, her head tilting chin inwards and gaze flicking away. A thin vein of emotion ignored in favour of concentrating on now and listening to what Malcolm has to say.
In the midst of discussionm, Lela climbs up out of her lap, arches her back in a stretch, before clambering over her thigh and turning in circles on the couch cushion until she is happily curled close next to Malcolm. Human issues mean very little to a cat.
When he stops to sip his tea, it takes her a minute to remember what it was she'd been about to say.]
--I didn't. Know. I didn't know that.
That's not why he got drunk, but I--[she stops, and shakes her head.] ...Sounds like you've had quite the day.
Action; Day 158 - late morning
[there's a low note to the tone of her voice, the imprint of personal experience ringing through. She's had over twenty four hours to run in mental and emotional circles regarding what she saw, which means she does at least have perspective. She understands, even if what she saw wasn't the same as Malcolm, or North.
She looks up when Mal starts speaking again, lips parting to interrupt.]
I--
[ Oh.
Or, Mal can. Keep going. And going, and Carolina's eyes get a little wider, and she can distantly feel that her jaw is slowly dropping open in shock. Surprise. Disbelief. At least one if not all of those emotions, tucked in behind a face slowly growing more distant even as something churns within her stomach.
No. North hadn't mentioned that. Not that she had asked, and ultimately, that was his business -- and York's, really. Which made it Mal's, in an unenviable and awkward fashion. It adds a pall to what she had thought she knew, and there is guilt - that she should have realised sooner, instead of not at all. Mouth parts, then closes, then opens again to take a breath again as he continues, her head tilting chin inwards and gaze flicking away. A thin vein of emotion ignored in favour of concentrating on now and listening to what Malcolm has to say.
In the midst of discussionm, Lela climbs up out of her lap, arches her back in a stretch, before clambering over her thigh and turning in circles on the couch cushion until she is happily curled close next to Malcolm. Human issues mean very little to a cat.
When he stops to sip his tea, it takes her a minute to remember what it was she'd been about to say.]
--I didn't. Know. I didn't know that.
That's not why he got drunk, but I--[she stops, and shakes her head.] ...Sounds like you've had quite the day.