So, what she was here and then they lost her and now she's gone? Back to being dead? Just like that?
[That's a callously blunt way to put it. Sam is hurting too, and she can see that. It's not that she lacks empathy or that she's trying to be harsh. She just never had the socialization necessary to help her learn to regulate and express her emotions in a gentler way.
It's something she's still figuring out and it's most difficult at times like this.]
[ It hurts, the blunt edge of her words, but it doesn't hurt anymore than the spiral Sam's been on himself. It's not fair that this is exactly what has happened to Natasha. it's not fair that they lost her to the same death twice.
This isn't about his pain, though, and Sam keeps it carefully bottled. He had his little breakdown earlier, had his moment of grief. So he takes a deep slow breath, lets his eyes be wet, but not more than that, and nods.
Yelena reminds him of his sister, then. Younger than he's felt in ages, lashing out when he left for the Air Force. Lashing out when he went for a second combat tour, too. ]
I'm so sorry, Yelena.
[ He shifts to her, just a little, curls a hand very lightly around her forearm if she allows it, with the intent to rub his thumb over her skin. She might not be much for hugs, but Sam knows from experience that something in her must be breaking at this moment, and wants to offer at least even just this small comfort, if he can. ]
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She stares at him blankly for a moment, then shakes her head.]
What? No, how can she just be gone?
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I... don't know. Sometimes people disappear from the station, sometimes people show up.
[ He holds her eyes, swallows hard. Lets her see that he's pained but honest with her, here. ]
She's... not here anymore.
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[That's a callously blunt way to put it. Sam is hurting too, and she can see that. It's not that she lacks empathy or that she's trying to be harsh. She just never had the socialization necessary to help her learn to regulate and express her emotions in a gentler way.
It's something she's still figuring out and it's most difficult at times like this.]
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This isn't about his pain, though, and Sam keeps it carefully bottled. He had his little breakdown earlier, had his moment of grief. So he takes a deep slow breath, lets his eyes be wet, but not more than that, and nods.
Yelena reminds him of his sister, then. Younger than he's felt in ages, lashing out when he left for the Air Force. Lashing out when he went for a second combat tour, too. ]
I'm so sorry, Yelena.
[ He shifts to her, just a little, curls a hand very lightly around her forearm if she allows it, with the intent to rub his thumb over her skin. She might not be much for hugs, but Sam knows from experience that something in her must be breaking at this moment, and wants to offer at least even just this small comfort, if he can. ]