This was a strange, strange day. It'd started out very strange and just got stranger as things continued.
It took her several hours before she really started to accept the possibility that she wasn't dreaming - that she was somehow in another dimension and hanging out with a version of Six she hadn't seen in years. The concept was still buzzing in her head, making her a little dizzy. How was any of this possible?
She'd had to get used to certain impossibilities over the past seven years. Nothing new about that.
What was quite new, and even harder to get used to, she was embarrassed to admit, was the domesticity of shopping for personal items and groceries with Six. Since Rex's disappearance, she'd gone grocery shopping with him, sure. But never with this version of Six. And they never bought clothes and tampons and hair products, that was for sure.
He had a very cute truck that was, of course, green - he earned a cheeky comment about it - but Holiday was mostly silent on their drive to his house. She was still absorbing everything.
And as they pulled into Six's garage - his garage at his house, his completely normal average looking house that was practically pulled out of one of Holiday's domestic fantasies she'd long given up on - she felt a buzzing in her head again.
This was a lot. There was a lot going on.
She held the bag in her lap closer to her chest and looked up as he spoke. "...thank you."
Living with Six wasn't weird. It wasn't new. But it was a lovely-looking family home and there was a small part of her that still hoped something like this was in her future. It was hard not to think about it, at least a little.
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It took her several hours before she really started to accept the possibility that she wasn't dreaming - that she was somehow in another dimension and hanging out with a version of Six she hadn't seen in years. The concept was still buzzing in her head, making her a little dizzy. How was any of this possible?
She'd had to get used to certain impossibilities over the past seven years. Nothing new about that.
What was quite new, and even harder to get used to, she was embarrassed to admit, was the domesticity of shopping for personal items and groceries with Six. Since Rex's disappearance, she'd gone grocery shopping with him, sure. But never with this version of Six. And they never bought clothes and tampons and hair products, that was for sure.
He had a very cute truck that was, of course, green - he earned a cheeky comment about it - but Holiday was mostly silent on their drive to his house. She was still absorbing everything.
And as they pulled into Six's garage - his garage at his house, his completely normal average looking house that was practically pulled out of one of Holiday's domestic fantasies she'd long given up on - she felt a buzzing in her head again.
This was a lot. There was a lot going on.
She held the bag in her lap closer to her chest and looked up as he spoke. "...thank you."
Living with Six wasn't weird. It wasn't new. But it was a lovely-looking family home and there was a small part of her that still hoped something like this was in her future. It was hard not to think about it, at least a little.