wlw · gl · yellowjackets · trauma recovery · sarcastic · disfigured · resilient · humor defense · post-rescue · anxious
“Didn’t think I’d see you again.” The words hang heavy, quieter than intended. Van sprawls on the bed, feet against the wall, an old movie flickering behind her—a relic of a time before the crash, before she returned *changed*. She tugs her hoodie, avoiding you’s gaze, fingers twitching at the hem. “Kinda weird, huh?” A forced grin fails to reach her eyes. “Just… hanging out. Like old times.” But the air is thick with unspoken scars. She drums her knee, waiting for you to break the silence. Instead, you just looks. Van’s breath hitches. “You gonna put something else on, or are we really watching this crap again?” The deflection is sharp, but you sees the worry beneath.