ahem. rafe eventually picks up one of the cut squares of his sandwich, digging into it the way one would expect him to. sort of. it's kasey so he's trying to be a little more restrained. usually, he scarfs the food down like it's going to disappear. noah is the one most accustomed to this way of eating of his aslkfa. he brings his thumb to his mouth, drawing into his mouth some of the sauce that trickled out of the sandwich, but he listens, too. ]
Yeah, I can imagine. It must be rough. Doesn't help that he doesn't seem to have a whole lot of family.
[ finding this one contact proved difficult enough. it hasn't given him a picture of who this guy is and where he came from. he's wondering if there will be pictures at the house, to at least have a face to attach to the name. ]
[LMFAO this ends up being funny since they're texting rn but no she will be seriously impressed by teresa and her love of food
she picks up her spoon and digs into the tomato soup first but eventually she just picks up the sammich and dips it into the soup itself, taking bites out of it that way. she only ordered the tomato soup in an attempt to get vegetables inside of her. really she just wanted the cheese. ...she stares at him a bit when his thumb goes to his mouth cause yes that is a thing. happening. over there]
No, I don't think he was ever close to many people before...
[and maybe that is part of the reason, he fell so hard for her because she was the first person to treat him with any kind of kindness or warmth, which he should have experienced a long time ago]
So without those connections, it's hard to track anything down. Add to that how long it's been and... yeah.
[ rafe thinks it's cute the way she dips the sammich into the soup. he watches her with a tiny, fond smirk for a moment, before he focuses on his philly cheese steak. it's amazing, btw. he doesn't know what it is sometimes but the most weird looking places often give the best kind of food. ]
So... in a way it's like his memories experienced some sort of atrophy.
[ he nods, because he gets it now a bit more.
at the same time, he can't help but wonder how it works. does kasey ever really have a moment to herself? is sean around somewhere, looking in on their conversation? would kasey be able to know each and every time that he is? rafe's doing this because he cares about kasey, but also, because he knows that it's important. at the same time, he keeps double guessing himself. he'd like to think his readiness to help kasey comes from a good place. ]
I'm sorry, Kasey. I know this must be hard for you, and also him.
[it's mostly the sammich she wants so she's like this is delicious. but this diner is definitely proof that even if something appears to be weird or creepy. there's more to it than meets the eye like many weird and creepy things.]
Something like that, yeah.
[there's a soft smile at his understanding.
sometimes it doesn't really feel like she has a moment to herself, and it's not just sean but... any of the ghosts. she's learned how to block them out of certain rooms for certain amounts of time but at first, they could be anywhere at any time. and if a particularly powerful spirit happens along, well her attempts to block them failed. spectacularly. she takes another bite of her sammich, looking over at him with a soft smile at his understanding]
Thank you. ...for saying so, for trying to understand when it's weird and- Yeah. [she laughs a little bit though it's a soft thing] It's hard, but I also know it's... what needs to be done.
[ he's only just starting to understand how hard it must be for her.
how it's all the time and she has to concertedly block it out just to be able to get on with her day to day life. is it any wonder she's struggled to know where she belongs, with the living or the dead? it's hard to toe the line and find yourself thrust in both worlds. impulsively, rafe reaches out, his hand lifting to settle on top of hers. it's something about the softness in her smile, or just how she laughs even if he knows there's nothing amusing about it. ]
It's the least I can do. I'm just sorry that it's hard.
[ he wishes it wasn't, but it's precisely because of how difficult it sounds he has to ask, even if a part of him doesn't want to. ]
Are you sure? [ he's never heard of anyone successfully bringing someone back from the dead, but. he also wants to be sure it's something she won't regret. ]
[it's hard to describe to another person, and it's been this way for her for such a long time.
she's used to it. she's used to waking up in the middle of the night with a ghost over her bed or stepping into school to find someone crying for help right then, right there. kasey looks over at his hand as it settles over her own, and she lifts her gaze to meet his before she swallows a bit thickly, turning her hand in his
locking their fingers together.]
Yeah, I'm sure. The in-between isn't any place to have to be. He's been the same age ever since I've met him, and I've... gotten older. My life keeps changing, and he has to be static. It's not fair.
[it's not fair to hold on just because it's hard, just because she cares about him, and she knows sean doesn't want to go, but- what comes after is so much peace.]
there's magic in his family, even if he's not in possession of it. the ability he is in possession of isn't one that he'd ever want, but he understands, to a degree, what it's like to have something you wish you could turn off and you can't. being able to manipulate and sense and create fear the way he can means he knows what everyone is scared of at all times if he doesn't tune out. and it took him a very long time to learn how to tune it out. sometimes he still can't.
he doesn't sense much fear in kasey, not even now. maybe just a lingering, bittersweet understanding. it's why his fingers squeeze hers once she locks them together. he'd want her to know she isn't alone. ]
And he feels the same way, too?
[ 'cause unless he's a hundred percent on board, nothing they discover is going to help him cross over. he has to want to. ]
[when you get used to weird shit, it's hard to be scared by it anymore. kasey is sure one day something will happen she hasn't seen before, and then the fear will come as swiftly as if it had been waiting in the shadows for something to be scared of. but she is not afraid very easily. and she wouldn't want to be especially if it's something he has to deal with. she'd rather he not have to worry about her feeling fear.
there's a steadiness to her, and she bites down on her bottom lip as his fingers squeeze hers. and she breathes in sharp thinking of how wonderful that feels, this touch right now. her gaze drifts up from their hands tangled together to meet his]
I... don't know. I don't think he knows what it's like to feel peace, which is why giving him an answer might help with that.
[and maybe it won't either. maybe she'll have to fight with him on it, and she hates the thought of that more than she can say.]
[ it's certainly a word he'd use to describe her. steady. she's a rock, but then, she's had to be. she's lived with it so long that the other alternatives are probably not ones she'd accept. maybe it's part of why he's decided so certainly to help her. if there's anything he can do to shoulder some of that weight, even just the tiniest bit of it, he'd want to. this case must already be hard enough on her just from being so personal. he can do most of the legwork if it gets sean some peace.
hopefully, it means it gets her some peace, too.
he lets out a shaky breath, not unaffected by her touch. his gaze is drawn to their hands, only tearing away from them at the sound of her voice. he gives her a tiny smile then, mirthless but genuine. warm. ] I hope so. And I really didn't mean to bring the conversation down.
[ there's a laugh that's almost self-deprecating, but he's determined not to end it on a painful note. ] How's your food?
[ they're almost done with it, which means more on the roadness. :') ]
[kasey doesn't always feel steady but it's how her life has built her into being steady, steady as a rock. but she appreciates having his support and his help in this. it's made a huge difference in her being able to move forward with what she knows needs doing.
she sends her a tiny, slow smile at what he says and then she shakes her head.] No, you didn't, and I don't ever really mind talking about serious things. I mean it's why we're out here so it's good to talk about it. I mean that.
[she's someone that really doesn't mind heavy conversations. they're important sometimes. if something's on his mind, she'd want to hear it so she's glad he brought it up.]
It's delicious and cheesy, and I shamelessly... mostly ate the grilled cheese. [she smirks] What about yours?
[ rafe finally releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. it helps to know that it's okay to talk to her about this - that it doesn't make her uncomfortable or sad. ] As long as you know it goes both ways. [ rafe would always want to know if there's something on her mind, or something she needs addressed.
honesty is very important to him.
a small, light smirk spreads across his lips, glancing over at her plate. ] Isn't that the most important part of the meal? [ the answer is always cheese. he laughs, though, because it's cute and he can't help noticing every time she's cute. he asks for the check as the server walks past. ]
Amazing. It had like a pound of meat and then some. It would horrify my mom.
[kasey sends him a warm smile at that before she nods, taking the final bite of her grilled cheese. there's some soup left still but ahem she's full] I really do. Thank you. [she thinks it's part of what gave her the courage to move forward with all of this
to know she has people in her life she can talk to. and she does now because of sarah and rafe.
she laughs a little bit, wiping her mouth with the napkin, shaking her head with a tiny smirk] I think in my own mind it definitely is the most important part of the meal, yeah.
Well, I'll be sure to keep it a secret for you so as not to horrify who is most certainly a very lovely woman.
[ those warm smiles of hers are really beautiful. he's distracted momentarily by it that he almost forgets what she's thanking him for, but he's glad he doesn't, because it's important to him that she knows. she isn't alone anymore, and he'll help as much as he possibly can. ]
When it comes to the soup, definitely. In general, for me it's always the meat.
[ he loves meat so much. )8
rafe ducks his head with a small laugh, but he doesn't disagree. his mother is a very, very lovely woman and he's lucky to have her. ] I appreciate your discretion. [ when his head lifts, there's a tiny smirk on his face ] You ready to go?
I could tell. You were really, really into that meat.
[kasey looks amused about it though. it's an impressive appetite he has going on for him.
her smile widens when he ducks his head with that small laugh, ducks his head like that, and she glances down at the table before she lifts her gaze back up to him again. kasey nods in confirmation getting to her feet.]
Ready as I'll ever be. [but it helps
it helps to know she won't have to face what lies ahead alone]
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ahem. rafe eventually picks up one of the cut squares of his sandwich, digging into it the way one would expect him to. sort of. it's kasey so he's trying to be a little more restrained. usually, he scarfs the food down like it's going to disappear. noah is the one most accustomed to this way of eating of his aslkfa. he brings his thumb to his mouth, drawing into his mouth some of the sauce that trickled out of the sandwich, but he listens, too. ]
Yeah, I can imagine. It must be rough. Doesn't help that he doesn't seem to have a whole lot of family.
[ finding this one contact proved difficult enough. it hasn't given him a picture of who this guy is and where he came from. he's wondering if there will be pictures at the house, to at least have a face to attach to the name. ]
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she picks up her spoon and digs into the tomato soup first but eventually she just picks up the sammich and dips it into the soup itself, taking bites out of it that way. she only ordered the tomato soup in an attempt to get vegetables inside of her. really she just wanted the cheese. ...she stares at him a bit when his thumb goes to his mouth cause yes that is a thing. happening. over there]
No, I don't think he was ever close to many people before...
[and maybe that is part of the reason, he fell so hard for her because she was the first person to treat him with any kind of kindness or warmth, which he should have experienced a long time ago]
So without those connections, it's hard to track anything down. Add to that how long it's been and... yeah.
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So... in a way it's like his memories experienced some sort of atrophy.
[ he nods, because he gets it now a bit more.
at the same time, he can't help but wonder how it works. does kasey ever really have a moment to herself? is sean around somewhere, looking in on their conversation? would kasey be able to know each and every time that he is? rafe's doing this because he cares about kasey, but also, because he knows that it's important. at the same time, he keeps double guessing himself. he'd like to think his readiness to help kasey comes from a good place. ]
I'm sorry, Kasey. I know this must be hard for you, and also him.
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Something like that, yeah.
[there's a soft smile at his understanding.
sometimes it doesn't really feel like she has a moment to herself, and it's not just sean but... any of the ghosts. she's learned how to block them out of certain rooms for certain amounts of time but at first, they could be anywhere at any time. and if a particularly powerful spirit happens along, well her attempts to block them failed. spectacularly. she takes another bite of her sammich, looking over at him with a soft smile at his understanding]
Thank you. ...for saying so, for trying to understand when it's weird and- Yeah. [she laughs a little bit though it's a soft thing] It's hard, but I also know it's... what needs to be done.
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how it's all the time and she has to concertedly block it out just to be able to get on with her day to day life. is it any wonder she's struggled to know where she belongs, with the living or the dead? it's hard to toe the line and find yourself thrust in both worlds. impulsively, rafe reaches out, his hand lifting to settle on top of hers. it's something about the softness in her smile, or just how she laughs even if he knows there's nothing amusing about it. ]
It's the least I can do. I'm just sorry that it's hard.
[ he wishes it wasn't, but it's precisely because of how difficult it sounds he has to ask, even if a part of him doesn't want to. ]
Are you sure? [ he's never heard of anyone successfully bringing someone back from the dead, but. he also wants to be sure it's something she won't regret. ]
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she's used to it. she's used to waking up in the middle of the night with a ghost over her bed or stepping into school to find someone crying for help right then, right there. kasey looks over at his hand as it settles over her own, and she lifts her gaze to meet his before she swallows a bit thickly, turning her hand in his
locking their fingers together.]
Yeah, I'm sure. The in-between isn't any place to have to be. He's been the same age ever since I've met him, and I've... gotten older. My life keeps changing, and he has to be static. It's not fair.
[it's not fair to hold on just because it's hard, just because she cares about him, and she knows sean doesn't want to go, but- what comes after is so much peace.]
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there's magic in his family, even if he's not in possession of it. the ability he is in possession of isn't one that he'd ever want, but he understands, to a degree, what it's like to have something you wish you could turn off and you can't. being able to manipulate and sense and create fear the way he can means he knows what everyone is scared of at all times if he doesn't tune out. and it took him a very long time to learn how to tune it out. sometimes he still can't.
he doesn't sense much fear in kasey, not even now. maybe just a lingering, bittersweet understanding. it's why his fingers squeeze hers once she locks them together. he'd want her to know she isn't alone. ]
And he feels the same way, too?
[ 'cause unless he's a hundred percent on board, nothing they discover is going to help him cross over. he has to want to. ]
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there's a steadiness to her, and she bites down on her bottom lip as his fingers squeeze hers. and she breathes in sharp thinking of how wonderful that feels, this touch right now. her gaze drifts up from their hands tangled together to meet his]
I... don't know. I don't think he knows what it's like to feel peace, which is why giving him an answer might help with that.
[and maybe it won't either. maybe she'll have to fight with him on it, and she hates the thought of that more than she can say.]
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hopefully, it means it gets her some peace, too.
he lets out a shaky breath, not unaffected by her touch. his gaze is drawn to their hands, only tearing away from them at the sound of her voice. he gives her a tiny smile then, mirthless but genuine. warm. ] I hope so. And I really didn't mean to bring the conversation down.
[ there's a laugh that's almost self-deprecating, but he's determined not to end it on a painful note. ] How's your food?
[ they're almost done with it, which means more on the roadness. :') ]
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she sends her a tiny, slow smile at what he says and then she shakes her head.] No, you didn't, and I don't ever really mind talking about serious things. I mean it's why we're out here so it's good to talk about it. I mean that.
[she's someone that really doesn't mind heavy conversations. they're important sometimes. if something's on his mind, she'd want to hear it so she's glad he brought it up.]
It's delicious and cheesy, and I shamelessly... mostly ate the grilled cheese. [she smirks] What about yours?
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honesty is very important to him.
a small, light smirk spreads across his lips, glancing over at her plate. ] Isn't that the most important part of the meal? [ the answer is always cheese. he laughs, though, because it's cute and he can't help noticing every time she's cute. he asks for the check as the server walks past. ]
Amazing. It had like a pound of meat and then some. It would horrify my mom.
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to know she has people in her life she can talk to. and she does now because of sarah and rafe.
she laughs a little bit, wiping her mouth with the napkin, shaking her head with a tiny smirk] I think in my own mind it definitely is the most important part of the meal, yeah.
Well, I'll be sure to keep it a secret for you so as not to horrify who is most certainly a very lovely woman.
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When it comes to the soup, definitely. In general, for me it's always the meat.
[ he loves meat so much. )8
rafe ducks his head with a small laugh, but he doesn't disagree. his mother is a very, very lovely woman and he's lucky to have her. ] I appreciate your discretion. [ when his head lifts, there's a tiny smirk on his face ] You ready to go?
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[kasey looks amused about it though. it's an impressive appetite he has going on for him.
her smile widens when he ducks his head with that small laugh, ducks his head like that, and she glances down at the table before she lifts her gaze back up to him again. kasey nods in confirmation getting to her feet.]
Ready as I'll ever be. [but it helps
it helps to know she won't have to face what lies ahead alone]
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