( Jack is right on that, and it's likely the reason she hesitates to share much. Avoiding that inevitable upset in the event someone storms in needing help, and she gathers the coffee back in her hands to warm them for a few moments, taking a few little sips. It's almost a shame he knows her so well.
It makes it difficult to hide from him. So after a few long moments of admitting as much as she had and seeing the intent way he leans forward to listen, and she feels badly for not sharing with him. It felt too much like distrust, and that isn't the case in the least. Angela had been shaken, and she had taken heart in finding someone else to turn her attentions on and help, and that someone had traveled with her all the way from Olympia to here before they parted ways, scarcely ever letting go of one another in the interim. It felt strange, after those few days, not having the warmth of someone's arm hugged to her side. )
No, Jack, I know what everyone was facing out there, it's just— ( It's just... what? Admitting it feels like believing the worst of her old comrades. But she continues. ) —it made me believe I'd been abandoned. That the entire continent had left me behind. I was stuck there for hours.
( She has to set the coffee back down before her hands tremble, metal rattling briefly against the wood as she stabilizes it and lets go, then clutches her own fingers in her lap as she looks down. Away. Her brows furrow, trying to concentrate on containing it. )
...It's one of those fears that develops the more you see it. That you'd be trapped under some rubble, meant to be the one saving others, but no one can find you. I... ( All she can do is shake her head. It was slow to trickle out, belated, and she doesn't reveal what she had seen for others, but she can at least do this much. The last thing she wants is him or Gabriel thinking she doesn't trust them, even though she knows the reverse is partially true. She understands it and that things like this are the planks that serve to bridge it. )
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It makes it difficult to hide from him. So after a few long moments of admitting as much as she had and seeing the intent way he leans forward to listen, and she feels badly for not sharing with him. It felt too much like distrust, and that isn't the case in the least. Angela had been shaken, and she had taken heart in finding someone else to turn her attentions on and help, and that someone had traveled with her all the way from Olympia to here before they parted ways, scarcely ever letting go of one another in the interim. It felt strange, after those few days, not having the warmth of someone's arm hugged to her side. )
No, Jack, I know what everyone was facing out there, it's just— ( It's just... what? Admitting it feels like believing the worst of her old comrades. But she continues. ) —it made me believe I'd been abandoned. That the entire continent had left me behind. I was stuck there for hours.
( She has to set the coffee back down before her hands tremble, metal rattling briefly against the wood as she stabilizes it and lets go, then clutches her own fingers in her lap as she looks down. Away. Her brows furrow, trying to concentrate on containing it. )
...It's one of those fears that develops the more you see it. That you'd be trapped under some rubble, meant to be the one saving others, but no one can find you. I... ( All she can do is shake her head. It was slow to trickle out, belated, and she doesn't reveal what she had seen for others, but she can at least do this much. The last thing she wants is him or Gabriel thinking she doesn't trust them, even though she knows the reverse is partially true. She understands it and that things like this are the planks that serve to bridge it. )