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♫ every heartache will fade away

Who: Lisa and Elliott
What: Lisa is not as okay as she claims to be after working herself into a panic over the implications of items somehow appearing inside a locked room; Elliott bravely volunteered to help her calm down over sugar and coffee
When: Backdated to March 28th, late-ish morning, following her freakout and subsequent meltdown on the network
Where: A Denny's vaguely between Lisa's and Elliott's homes initially; Elliott's place after a short moment
Warnings: ~~Lisa remains moderately unsteady and is liable to freak out a second time~~ Lisa freaking out a second time

Lisa will be the first to admit that she's a vain person. Her hair, her makeup, a little less so her outfit, she has a routine and she likes to stick to it. It helps center her, helps her feel like she can take on anything.

Lisa does not feel like she can take on anything today. She doesn't feel like she could take on a paper bag. Perhaps in keeping with that, she hasn't put as much effort into herself as she probably should have, and Elliott will probably notice that, but... it's very, very hard for her to feel like that's worth caring about right now. She's not visibly shaking anymore, even if she's twitching at sounds. Her hair is a little flatter, her makeup is lighter... really, Lisa's just having an off day and doesn't have the emotional energy free for that to matter much, settling on a sweater and a pair of jeans, new earrings dangling just behind her hair. She's taking a gamble anyway that Elliott will overlook all that. Whether that's actually true remains to be seen.

She's rattled. There's really no other way to put it. There's a very real risk that her home isn't safe, she's getting things from her other self now, the memories keep coming, and really it's all just a lot. She hates that she's putting Elliott through this - again, really, she'd dumped a milder breakdown on him at the library the other day. She almost felt like she was taking advantage of him, but that might be too harsh? Hard to say, especially after talking to his mother the other day. No, she's just... depending on him. A lot. Maybe too much. Ugh, now she felt even worse.

It's only a few subway stops to their agreed meeting place; she's severely early though, mostly due to not wanting to stay at home any longer. Lisa has the presence of mind not to just get a table where he might not see her when he comes in; instead, she asks for a cup of coffee and sits in the waiting area with it, letting herself sink into the cushion and attempt to unwind. It's... working? Slowly? By the time it's ten minutes to when they were supposed to meet, she's halfway through her second cup and no longer jumping at the chime of the door opening. Of course, now she's nervous for an entirely different reason, because she's hoping Elliott actually shows up and she didn't read entirely too much into things. It wouldn't be the first time. Every time the door opens, she perks up and her gaze slides over to it, then when it's not him she sinks back into the seat and gets just a tiny bit less cheery. She recognizes it's not helpful, but she's also too exhausted already to make herself stop. So she just... keeps waiting and hoping. The fact that she's a living movie cliche right now isn't lost on her, it's just not quite piercing the haze of anxiety she's stuck in.

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"If I can do half as good a job as you're doing, we'll all be okay," Lisa says, letting herself return to a normal volume briefly as the bus pulls in. "I'm... not gonna say I feel better already, but even this is helping, a little." Better to be honest, at this point. He's already going out on a limb for her.

She nods at the explanation of their route from here, a bit absently; he's actually not super far from her own apartment? Somehow where he lived exactly never really came up. Hmm...

True to his word, it's a short ride. Elliott brightens when his neighborhood comes into view, and steps off the bus. He was gone for so little time that it feels like he hasn't gone anywhere at all.

"So," he says, stepping up to the door and fishing for his key. "Do you like anything in your pancakes? Mom's got a sweet tooth, so we've always got chocolate chips or.. I wonder if we have any blueberries left."

Lisa feels like she should feel bad about pulling him out of the house for the fairly short actual time they were gone, but... she's going to take the offer in the spirit given for now, as she falls in behind him, looking around the neighborhood, nerves coming back somewhat. There are a lot of doors here, and beyond that she has no idea what to expect inside.

"Um... I mean, I could do whatever, but... chocolate chip sounds nice, honestly? I did say I wanted junk food. Just not quite like this. N-not that I mind this, this is good, and- ugh, shutting up, sorry."

...being a wreck isn't helping her be any less awkward, either.

It's a bit late to rescind the offer, so Elliott resolves to make her as comfortable as possible as he pushes the door open and stands to let her inside. He quickly steps out of his shoes, then makes his way into the living room with a brief call through the apartment for his mom.

It's a small apartment, but clean and nicely enough furnished and decorated. A fish tank and small plants dot the common areas.

"Hm, guess she's out for now. Here, make yourself at home. There's a blanket here on the back of the couch already, and.. you can use this," he brandishes a small square pillow. "To hug or cry into or lay on- whatever you need. TV is all yours if you want to watch something."

Edited 2020-04-15 01:26 (UTC)

She realized it was kinda petty, but Lisa was glad Yotsuyu wasn't here right now. She liked the lady well enough, but she was already overloaded. So as they come in and Lisa looks around, crouching to unlace her boots enough to slip off, she tries hard not to let her walls all the way down when the door shuts. Elliott seems to be a bit out of his depth, which is also her fault, but that's okay. When he offers her a pillow, she laughs, accepting it with a grin. "Or, you know. All of the above. Thanks, Elliott. I'll... figure something out, I guess." Suiting actions to words, her arms wrap around it more or less immediately.

That leaves her to go back to freaking out in relative silence, sliding gently onto the couch. "I might leave the TV off - I can m-make plenty of noise on my own. Will it... be too distracting if I sing?"

Elliott brightens.

"Go for it. I'll just be in the kitchen making tea and pancakes. The bathroom is just down the hall to the right there if you need it. Let me know if there's anything else you need, okay?"

Lisa's answering smile is a little more brittle. "Company, but I'll be... fine," she carefully answers. She's not okay and isn't going to bother trying. "Hurry back?"

...she cringes. That sounded pathetic even for the way her morning's been, but she doesn't say anything else.

Elliott pauses on his way to the kitchen, turning to glance back at her with some regret. But he'd promised pancakes and tea.

"It won't take long," he promises. "And you know where to find me if you need to. I'll be just over here."

She just waves at him, before holding the pillow tighter. "I do. I'm not s-so broken I can't walk to the next room if I can't keep it together."

Lisa is acutely aware it doesn't really work if she can't even get through the claim straight, and the wan smile on her face telegraphs that pretty clearly. So after a second to let him leave the room without her worrying him any further, she draws her knees up to her chest, gently topples over sideways onto the couch with a small whoomph, and sighs. "What a j-joke... how am I supposed to help h-him if I can't even help myself?"

...She's aware her priorities are a little, tiny bit out of order. But she can deal with being a damn mess. It's not like it's uncommon - if he hadn't offered today, she'd have just stayed in her room and screamed into the void (or her pillow again), or maybe played her guitar until her fingers... no, this is healthier, if nothing else. Probably. Even if she feels incredibly selfish. She would have if they'd stayed at the restaurant, let alone now... ugh. And none of this is helping her with the actual problem she'd spiraled over in the first place, and even though the door's closed and so are the windows, clearly that didn't stop the Bureau at her apartment, so this place might not be safe either...

...fish. Fish are nice. There's a fish tank here. Maybe there's something in it. Lisa watches the fish tank for a long moment, trying not to think, pulling the pillow closer, knuckles taut, hands still shaking. Trying to let her panic dissipate. The hot streaks down her face suggest that's not working, but at least she's not audibly bawling like an idiot, which should not be a victory but sure feels like one and why is she like this-

Should Elliott return in the next ten minutes or so, this is how he'll find Lisa, lying sideways, silently crying, staring unseeing at the fish tank, barring a loud noise that jars her sooner than that. And on that note, perhaps he should make a noise on his way in.

Elliott has the first few pancakes whipped up in only five minutes. He brings them out on a plate balanced on his spread fingertips like some sort of grand offering.

"Presenting the worst pan-" But then he catches sight of her, and all of his confidence drains out of him. "Lisa!"

He moves more swiftly into the living room, the plate clattering onto the coffee table in his rush to kneel in front of the couch and check on her.

Elliott reaches out to move some of her hair out of her face, then stops short and drops his hand to the couch cushion instead. He doesn't know what to do, and can only anxiously watch her tears fall.

"Hey, I- sorry, I- what- what can I do?"

Admittedly she'd have been super impressed in any other state of mind; clearly she should have started with this, the service speed is incredible. But no, this is what Elliott has to work with, and while she twitches at the sound of his voice, and startles fully back to herself at the sound of her name, she sucks in a breath and scoots back as he reaches toward her. "N-no, I-"

It's a few seconds before she pulls herself back under control, though control is probably not the right word. She sees his hand in front of her but not reaching for her, and she calms down from the high she'd been on briefly. "Sorry. Sorry. I sh-should have. Said something. I don't know why I'm-" -like this, she doesn't finish but assumes, probably incorrectly, will be understood.

Instead, she focuses on him, voice soft, after she gives herself a second to organize her thoughts. "You were right. I d-don't know what I would have done if I'd..." Bleh. For a singer she sure can't communicate worth a damn. "Please don't... don't touch me. Not while I'm like this. I freak out." Worse than I'm already doing to you. "Sorry. It's not you. I'll... soon, but not now."

...the smell of pancakes reaches her then, and something in her uncoils. "Um. That smells delicious?" It sounds lame, even to her, and she's felt pretty lame for the last few minutes already. So she tries to smile at him to assure him it's honest, but it probably looks weird, especially while she's still crying, and she has no idea how emotions work right now anyway, she's everything at once. "I feel like a mess. In every s-sense of the word. Just... stay with me? I-if it's safe?" She means if the stove's off, but she can't help her eyes twitching toward the door briefly.

"Okay," he says, guilt clawing up his throat with a will to offer more apologies. He shouldn't have left her, should know better than to try and touch her.

"Yeah. Yeah, they're for you." Elliott reaches behind him for the plate and offers it out to her, then follows her gaze to the door. Maybe he should text his mom and try to ask her how her errands are going to gauge whether or not he needs to ask her not to come home or not.

"You're safe," he assures, then stands. "I'm just going to go shut the burners off, then I'll be straight back."

A lie as it turns out, as he stops to grab syrup from the fridge on his way back. But he does return in under a minute and a half. He sets the syrup on the coffee table, then decides to sit on the floor against the arm of the couch. He drapes his arms over his knees and tips his head back to meet her eyes.

"There. Now, I'll stay right here, okay?

Edited 2020-04-16 00:24 (UTC)

You're safe. Lisa almost believes that. Really, really wants to, but then she also knows a sword magically appeared inside this very apartment the same way her other's earrings had. She shivers again. But then again, Elliott also now had a sword, if something dumb should indeed happen. It wasn't... ideal, but he just had to look threatening and no, Lisa, you can't ask your friend to look threatening because you're scared out of your mind-

She gasps without thinking, shaking her head hard. "Dammit, I n-need to stop spiraling. Go ahead. I'll keep for that long." It's rougher, but that seems as much to force herself to focus as anything. She takes a deep breath, slaps her cheeks lightly, and takes a long whiff of the fluffy wonder in front of her. For being the world's worst, they look and smell surprisingly edible, and her assessment of Elliott moves up another notch - not just blowing smoke to get her moving, then. Sure, it'd been pre-made, he'd said, but even that could still be burned.

When Elliott returns a moment later, Lisa's condition hasn't worsened - indeed, she's sitting up now, pillow set aside. Her hands are fisted in her lap, but it's progress. Something in her is distantly disappointed he sits on the floor, but most of her is relieved, even as she hates feeling it. She manages a ghost of a proper smile, finally. "Okay. Thank you. S-sorry."

...she's got to stop apologizing but she can't keep the words off her lips. What a mess.

He manages a smile. "It's okay."

Elliott pulls out his phone then, and taps through to the network, then scrolls. "Here, there's something someone on the network said to help me when I was freaking out, let me see if I can find it.."

After a few minutes of scrolling, he finds it. "Here we go. So it was 'name 5 things you can see' with a deep breath between them. Helps to identify your reality. There's a few more steps with your other senses, too."

While he looks, Lisa figures she'll eat her pancakes before they go cold; critically acclaimed worst in the world or not, he'd worked hard and bothered to bring her here, to a nominally safe place, for them, so the least she could do would be to try and enjoy them. That would be easier if her hands were steady; after making a face at them, she takes a long, deep breath in, and lets it out slowly, eyes closed for a second, and while she doesn't exactly feel calmer, it's enough that the shaking's settled, more or less. Deciding not to risk the actually sharp thing, she just pours some syrup on top and cuts them with her fork, leaning over the plate so she doesn't drip everywhere - she's visiting, it'd be terrible to leave a mess on top of being a mess.

...she chews slowly, and blinks. They're actually not even too bad, and now that she's had a bite, she's hungry despite herself. "You make good terrible pancakes," she observes softly, before returning her attention to them. She can feel that something inside her loosening a little more, between Elliott's quiet presence and just being able to relax for a second without her thoughts pressing in on her. It's enough that, when he gets her attention again a minute or two later, she calmly sets her fork down and manages to not shake or jump or anything, to her surprise.

The method itself, though, is a bit surprising. Still, worth a try. She'll take anything if it works. It almost sounds like the kind of thing you'd use if you're dissociating or something... which doesn't sound that far off the mark. The strangeness of the exercise makes her tone a little tight. "Um. Pancakes." Deep breath in, slow out. "Pillow." Deep breath in, slow out. "Fish tank." Despite half this stuff being connected to her being a ball of tension a minute ago, she's feeling... okay-ish now? "Fork." She sounds calmer, too, a lot less wound up than she'd been. "You." Deep breath in, and as she lets it out this time, she smiles, more warmly than she's managed today. "Okay, that's... kinda better. I can think straight, and that's a really good start."

Elliott grins back at her, weirdly warmed that one of her 'objects' was himself. And she likes his pancakes.

"Thanks. There's a few more if you wanted," he says, looking back at his phone to read off of. "'Four things you can feel, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste'. Some sort of therapy thing Anakin told me about. I'm glad it's helping."

"I don't think it counts if most of that other stuff will be things from the first list, but... I'll remember that, if this comes up again, and thank him for sure," Lisa answers gently, shaking her head softly. "If, not when. I'm gonna try and be at least a little positive."

She's quiet a few seconds, taking another bite of her pancakes. She feels... not perfect, but better. "So, now that I can talk straight, let me try again. Thank you, Elliott, for inviting me into your home and putting up with my temporary insanity. I appreciate it."

"You're okay," he assures, tucking his phone away. He settles back against the armrest and shifts a bit until his spine rests more comfortably. "This is just a lot to deal with for anyone. You can come over for tea and pancakes anytime you want."

"I'll hold you to that," Lisa challenges. "If it comes up again. Or maybe even if it doesn't. We'll see."

Because she's still afraid of that. There are a lot of ways this could still go bad. "So... about today. I was joking about it earlier, but... my apartment isn't safe. I panicked again earlier because I'm not sure your apartment is safe. If anywhere is safe. That's a lot of why today... happened. I'm worried. For me, for you, for all of us."

Elliott smiles a bit to himself. He doesn't mind helping at all, but it would be nice if Lisa visited just because she felt like it sometime in the future.

"Yeah," he says, though his mind rejects the idea that someone would slip into his place and leave a real sword that happens to look just like the one in his memory. Still, he can understand why she's concerned.

He folds his hands together. "Well.. I have a weapon now. Maybe I really should learn how to use it."

Lisa stills for a second, looking worried. Would that... help? Would he be safer like that? Her indecision shows on her face.

"I... That's up to you, in a big way. I know you weren't super comfortable with the idea before. And there are other ways to defend yourself." She can't help but tease him a little, though. "Besides, are you gonna wear it outside if you do that?"

After a second, though, she sobers. "I just don't want anyone to get hurt. Myself included. And a sword isn't exactly a subtle weapon. It'll stand out - people will remember it. Remember you. But if you feel that's best, I don't wanna stop you. I- ugh, I'm not good at this right now. Just. I worry, y'know?" He probably does know, which is the only thing that keeps her from pushing harder, but she's still uneasy.

"Sorry, sorry," he says quickly, not needing her to worry about him on top of everything else. "I'll give it a lot of thought, I promise."

He wouldn't have any intention of carrying it around, of course. Just.. it would be good to know how to use it just in case he needed it, right? For sure, he didn't want to learn how to use a gun. But.. maybe hand-to-hand? He'd have to figure out what style to go for, and there seemed to be so many..

Elliott had never thought himself much of a fighter, but neither did he appreciate the feeling of potentially being under threat and unable to fight. Or that his friends were scared and he might not be able to protect them.

He rubs his forehead. "Anyway, um, did you want any more pancakes, or that tea..?"

Edited 2020-04-17 02:19 (UTC)

"Don't apologize for this," Lisa says quickly, not unkindly but with some force. "Don't make a decision you'll regret later. I'd feel even worse then. Okay?" That'd be just her luck, pushing someone she cared about to do something and get themselves in trouble.

At the question, she blinks, then laughs tiredly. "Oh, Elliott, I got so caught up in myself I completely forgot. Yeah, tea might be good. Thank you," she says with a nod and a smile. "I think I'm okay enough now to manage a couple minutes on my own. Not back to normal, but... better. I'd understand if you didn't take my word on that, though." A wry, if a little weak, smile. Lisa is well aware she's still a damn mess.

Elliott pushes himself to stand and gives her a brief, assessing look.

"You can come with me to the kitchen if you want. I've just gotta get the water reheating."

He's also a little hungry, so he'll start making himself a few pancakes while he waits for the water to resume heating.

It... doesn't hurt as much as it should to be told that, no, she probably wasn't safe to leave alone. Just a calm, matter of fact statement. She can work with that.

"Yeah. I'll come with you," she manages out loud, softly. "Besides, I can see more of your place instead of just staying in one room." It's a weak justification even to her, but it sounds less pathetic than yeah, I shouldn't be alone. It takes her a second to push herself off the couch, feeling a little wobbly still, but she gets up without incident and smiles. "Right behind you."

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