Before she'd even gotten to the cafe, from the instant Eponine's text had arrived, Rosie committed to listening to whatever it was that was on Eponine's mind. It could have been anything; they're at the age when plenty of things are in flux, when every day Rosie wonders if today will be the moment she hears back from Barton about the fall, or thinks that maybe she ought to set out on her own, find an apartment just for herself and figure out what it's really like to live on her own. It has to be just the same, or nearly, for Eponine.
She nods when Eponine mentions the bunker, thinking back to the strangeness of that night. She'd wanted to give Sabrina and Charlie their space because it was Valentine's Day, feeling as she had that was theirs and not hers. It hadn't even been hers the year before, Sabrina stealing Nick away for Lupercalia and Rosie agreeing in her infinite goodness, her perpetual state as our Rosie, that it was fine with her to have a mortal Valentine's some other night. Though that was neither here nor there, maybe, with Nick gone from both of them for good. But she'd tried at the bunker, so hard, and still Sabrina had sought her out, taking her to the bunker roof to see the stars--and yes, it had been lovely, but that wasn't the point.
She's not sure any more what the point ought to be, but thinking about it means she isn't listening. With a faint shake of her head, she focuses back on Eponine, taking half the donut when it's cut and meeting the girl's helpless look with a sympathetic one of her own. "It's just...so much," she suggests. "The thought of it, lovely as it is. Moving in, and being together, and all of that."
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Date: 2021-04-02 01:04 am (UTC)She nods when Eponine mentions the bunker, thinking back to the strangeness of that night. She'd wanted to give Sabrina and Charlie their space because it was Valentine's Day, feeling as she had that was theirs and not hers. It hadn't even been hers the year before, Sabrina stealing Nick away for Lupercalia and Rosie agreeing in her infinite goodness, her perpetual state as our Rosie, that it was fine with her to have a mortal Valentine's some other night. Though that was neither here nor there, maybe, with Nick gone from both of them for good. But she'd tried at the bunker, so hard, and still Sabrina had sought her out, taking her to the bunker roof to see the stars--and yes, it had been lovely, but that wasn't the point.
She's not sure any more what the point ought to be, but thinking about it means she isn't listening. With a faint shake of her head, she focuses back on Eponine, taking half the donut when it's cut and meeting the girl's helpless look with a sympathetic one of her own. "It's just...so much," she suggests. "The thought of it, lovely as it is. Moving in, and being together, and all of that."