[ He can't blame her for feeling what she's feeling, even as it sets a frown into his own face.
Vecna killing that girl, then coming after Max, and then finally burning in the attic of the Kreel House, all of that came to him in a dream. Idly, he wonders if that's the point in time Nancy came from, or if she's from further beyond that, after the sky turned black over Hawkins. He wonders if she can tell him how much of that horrible vision came true. Monsters. So many monsters. That's what she said. And.
God, that's basically what her fate will be if she stays here. It's the worst irony. ]
[ Thickly: ] Yeah.
[ Steve tries settling into the chair opposite Nancy. His snake half bends into an approximation of sitting to do so, and he leans his scaly forearms against the edge of the table personably to complete the illusion. He also wraps what he can of his tail around the base of the chair, just so he isn't taking up quite so much space.
Wordlessly, the waitress gets to work putting the place back into order. Although he shoots her an apologetic look, it seems as though she's missed it. He'll have to leave a tip on his way out for all the trouble. ]
I can help you with your research, whatever you wanna know. Just, first— [ He'd reach out and hold her hand if he didn't feel like that would be crossing some boundary. ] You're so strong, Nance, but I just... I need to know you're gonna stay strong before I say anything else... okay?
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Vecna killing that girl, then coming after Max, and then finally burning in the attic of the Kreel House, all of that came to him in a dream. Idly, he wonders if that's the point in time Nancy came from, or if she's from further beyond that, after the sky turned black over Hawkins. He wonders if she can tell him how much of that horrible vision came true. Monsters. So many monsters. That's what she said. And.
God, that's basically what her fate will be if she stays here. It's the worst irony. ]
[ Thickly: ] Yeah.
[ Steve tries settling into the chair opposite Nancy. His snake half bends into an approximation of sitting to do so, and he leans his scaly forearms against the edge of the table personably to complete the illusion. He also wraps what he can of his tail around the base of the chair, just so he isn't taking up quite so much space.
Wordlessly, the waitress gets to work putting the place back into order. Although he shoots her an apologetic look, it seems as though she's missed it. He'll have to leave a tip on his way out for all the trouble. ]
I can help you with your research, whatever you wanna know. Just, first— [ He'd reach out and hold her hand if he didn't feel like that would be crossing some boundary. ] You're so strong, Nance, but I just... I need to know you're gonna stay strong before I say anything else... okay?