You don't get used to it, having that big hole where people should be - but you grow around it. The rest of you makes room for whatever it is you lost. And it sort of becomes a closet with a door on it, one she's not opening until she goes home tonight.
"Yeah?" God, she'd rather talk about tropical fruit, anyway. If Quentin actually could conjure up her family, it's not like she could say yes to the idea - hi, Daddy, I missed you, this is a weird town, they're all obsessed with doing it, but it's okay. It'd look like Sodom and Gomorrah to him and Mom. Wherever they are now has to be more peaceful than this.
So, looking sidelong at him, a smile splitting the difference between coy flirting and something a lot more earnest, she tells Quentin the truth. "That'd be...really cool, actually."
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"Yeah?" God, she'd rather talk about tropical fruit, anyway. If Quentin actually could conjure up her family, it's not like she could say yes to the idea - hi, Daddy, I missed you, this is a weird town, they're all obsessed with doing it, but it's okay. It'd look like Sodom and Gomorrah to him and Mom. Wherever they are now has to be more peaceful than this.
So, looking sidelong at him, a smile splitting the difference between coy flirting and something a lot more earnest, she tells Quentin the truth. "That'd be...really cool, actually."