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The Photo Hut - Friday (...?)

Liz wasn’t even sure why she had bothered to come into work today, she ran the business after all … she could take time off until whatever this was had stopped happening. She had decided to come down anyway and had ended up bringing Rain down for company and comfort.

She had woken up in her bedroom instead of a cell and that meant everything had reset … Travis would still be alive … she hadn’t caused that fire … she wasn’t arrested.

Only everything had happened .. she remembered everything, screaming at Stark and Travis to run … all that fire.

If she stayed holed up in her apartment she could just hide until it ended and then decide if maybe she was going to have to leave Fandom after this since it was now on the radio about her arrest … about what she’d done. People were going to know …they were always going to know …there was no point in hiding something like that now.

Were the cops going to realise she wasn’t in her cell … did that make her a wanted fugitive? Should she turn herself in before they showed up to arrest her? She had told Liam everything about her powers … would he want her to be roaming around Fandom, especially since she had been a sobbing wreck and broken down in that cell … not exactly reassuring that she was stable and in control especially with her police file … that something like this could happen again and it could be permanent … was he going to trust her being free?

Then speaking of her not being stable … Gladio? What was he going to think … he thought she was a basket case already after she broke down in front of him after she had told Prompto everything. Was he going to tell Prompto not to see her anymore because she was too dangerous? They were friends after all if he was concerned … not that she blamed him for thinking that. She didn’t exactly have a proven track record with this and any chance that she might have been able to redeem herself … well she’d pretty much ruined that now.

It was supposed to be Sunday today … she didn’t even open up on the weekend but she needed something to distract herself, from the horrors of what she had done yesterday,. She could still see Travis catching fire everytime she close her eyes…the fire that she had caused … that ultimately killed him.

She let out a sob, trembling as she held Rain close to her, she stood behind the counter, not even sure what she was doing or why she was even trying to pretend that everything was going to be fine. She kept an eye on the door, half expecting someone to show up to arrest her again.

[so very open especially if you want to check in on an angsty and traumatised pyrokinetic]

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Yet another day of this timeloop stuff was starting to really get inside Prompto's head, even though he at least knew now that he wasn't the only one. But how long was it going to go on? Was there anything that could be done about it? He tried leaving a message for Noctis saying he wasn't sure if they were going to be able to make it back this week because of it, which sucked because the break week meant that they had a lot of stuff to do, trainingwise, but what could he do about it? Besides figure out how to break this, which he couldn't do by himself, so he would definitely try to seek out some other people, and what about, like, tomorrow? Should he still show up to work like it was Monday? Or would that just--

And it was at that moment in his train of thought that he realized he'd been so distrated by everything that had been going on that he never did get around to checking in on Liz, and he let out an audible groan and quickly changed his plans, all the while realizing that this was the sort of thing that probably made Yang so eager to dump his ass the first chance she got, and, hey, maybe if he was really lucky, Liz was actually on loop like Gladio and Ignis and therefor wouldn't remember at all how terrible of a maybe-boyfriend he'd been this whole time.

He was a little surprised to see that the shop was open and Liz was inside when he got there, though, since he knew she didn't open on the weekend, but if she thought it was Friday, then that would be different, right? So maybe she was looped, and, anyway, he walked in and started with a "Hey, Liz--" but then cut himself off with a blink the moment he saw her.

"Ohmygod, Liz!" He started to hurry toward her, arms ready, but then he stopped, partially because of the counter, but mostly out of a sudden doubt that she would want him there right now, so he just sort of looked at her with wide-eyed concern. "What....what's wrong? What's the matter?"

[[ extreeeeme SP likely, but, I meaaaan......]]

Liz blinked, took one look at Prompto and immediately burst into tears.

So much for being stable right now.

Sorry Prompto.

[no worries!]

Edited 2021-12-19 13:36 (UTC)

Was it weird that Prompto felt like he totally actually deserved that?

"Ohgod, noooo." The words were wrangled out of him with a note of desperation, as the exact opposite of what he was trying to prevent happened, and, before he knew it, he was hopping over the counter to be next to her. But there he stopped again, fighting back a twitch to just pull her into a hug. He'd already just made things so much worse by just being there, he wasn't about to add to it by hugging her or something!

So his hands just sort of hovered with uncertain awkwardness at his own sides as he tried to be reassuring in other ways.

"Hey, no, it's...it's okay. It's okay! What...what happened? Do....do you need to talk about it? Is there....what do you need? Should I go? Maybe I should just go..."

His feet weren't planning on moving from this spot any time soon, though.

“No…stay…” she sobbed, managing to gasp out, “please,”

She sniffed, trying to process her thoughts, “I screwed everything up,” she finally got out, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She didn't want him to leave; that was good! That was good...right? Despite himself, Prompto let out a relieved breath, and that, hopefully, gave him the chance to focus on this, right here, right now.

"Hey," he said, even softer now, as he chanced to lift his hand to brush away some of those tears before giving in entirely and pulling her into a hug. "It's okay. It's fine. Whatever it was, there's a good chance it's just going to go back to how it was yesterday! And, if not, well, then....it's still fine, we'll figure it out, okay? We'll figure...something out."

Liz remembered to put Rain down before she was drawn into that hug and she continued to sob into his chest, “I …I killed Travis!” she finally gasped out, eyes wide and shocked, daring to glance up at Prompto, from where she was still leaning into his chest, “I was arrested! I …does that make me a fugitive?” she had been worrying about that quite a bit this morning among several other things, she lapsed back into hysterical sobbing.

"Wait," said Prompto, who was glad for that moment that Liz was against his chest so she wouldn't see the immediate distress and confusion on his face, at first, but then he pulled back, just a little, so he could see her face better, "what? When? This...this morning?"

Someone really needed to listen to radio more during a crisis.

"What happened, Liz?"

“Yesterday…” she managed to get out, looking up at him, her eyes glassy and tear stained, “I …there were gunshots … I think … I had … it happened so fast,” Liz had no idea what she was saying right now, it was all coming out in a massive ramble, “I …was at the fire station … “ she sobbed, “Stark..Travis, Travis caught fire” she had to take a deep breath, “I …” she shivered again at the memory. “The troopers took me to the station,”

“It was on the radio,” then she broke down again.

....Prompto really needed to start listening to radio more often.

As it was, this was....a lot of information, and it didn't help that Liz was understandable upset, and he way out of his element here, and maybe, if he hadn't been so caught in his own shit, could he have been there for her? So this hadn't have happened?

Not know what to say or do, he just hugged her again, good and tight, before he managed to get out, at least, "Liz...it's okay. It's going to be okay..."

He hoped. Would it?

Man, but if it was going to happen....at least it happened now....

She kept sobbing into his chest, “everyone knows what I did…what I can do!” she trembled, “that it can happen again!”

It was like she had read his narrative.

You couldn't have radio saying you'd caught fire and been arrested and not get a call from your therapist, Liz.

Ring ring!

At first Liz didn’t register the sound of her phone ringing, she was still staring blankly at the door, then after a bit she finally remembered what that sound was and picked up her phone, “…he-hello?” she managed to gasp out, trembling.

"Liz," Hannibal said, "it's Doctor Lecter. How are you doing?"

Probably badly, but the way she answered would help him start.

At first it took Liz a moment to remember that her arrest had made the radio. That was something that she was never going to get used to.

“I…” she stopped and then started again, “not very well,” she finally admitted, then let out another sob.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Hannibal asked. "Over the phone, or when you come in."

“I…” she blinked a bit, “I thought …I came in on Friday? It’s…oh..” she realised what she was saying, “it’s Friday,” and then she started crying.

None of this was making any sense to her, she couldn’t think straight.

"It is," Hannibal agreed. "Although radio seems to indicate there is something going on with that. You're welcome to come in whenever you like, though, whatever day it is. Or we can talk on the phone, or in email. Particularly if you have had an episode."

“I ..I think I’d like to come in person,” she finally managed to calm down enough to say.

"I will be here all day," Hannibal assured her. "Come whenever you would like. Do you remember breathing exercises?"

“I …I don’t know,” Liz’s thoughts were all jumbled, she wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t, “I …I …” her voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Breathe in," Hannibal prompted, making his own breath audible. "Then out. With me." He demonstrated a few more times, waiting for her to join.

Liz tried to do as she was instructed and while her breathing was audible on her end, it was still rather shaky and every now and then a sob escaped as she tried to calm herself down.

"You're doing well," Hannibal said soothingly. "Keep going. In...and out."

Liz trembled but did as she was instructed and kept breathing in and out ... her breathing started to become more even and not as as shaky as she did so.

"Better?" Hannibal asked.

Liz nodded and then remembered that she was on the phone and Dr. Lecter couldn't see her, "I ... I think so," she said softly.

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