[She doesn't look up or at him, not at first when he sits down beside her. Her hands are in her lap, squeezing the peculiar cup? jug? bottle? between her fingers and watching the plastic crinkle beneath the pressure than pop back in to shape once she took the pressure off- mostly.]
S'this it, then?
[Beast sounded somewhat... Defeated. It was only then that she cast a glance Joker's way, her gaze lingering all too obviously (most things with her were "all too obviously") at where his prosthetic ought to be, then down at her own hand again.
It made her think of that last pretty memory, shining bright despite the tarnish on so much of the rest of their youth. Except with the way she'd chosen a seat on the bench, even if she had the courage she couldn't have closed the distanced between their hands- he didn't have one there any longer. And she wanted to push, demand to know what had happened because she knew Joker, knew he wouldn't just lose it and be fine with that, but there were so many other pressing concerns, and-]
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S'this it, then?
[Beast sounded somewhat... Defeated. It was only then that she cast a glance Joker's way, her gaze lingering all too obviously (most things with her were "all too obviously") at where his prosthetic ought to be, then down at her own hand again.
It made her think of that last pretty memory, shining bright despite the tarnish on so much of the rest of their youth. Except with the way she'd chosen a seat on the bench, even if she had the courage she couldn't have closed the distanced between their hands- he didn't have one there any longer. And she wanted to push, demand to know what had happened because she knew Joker, knew he wouldn't just lose it and be fine with that, but there were so many other pressing concerns, and-]
We really are jus' stuck 'ere?