"That's why I grew up in a fallout shelter, yep," she says. "I've only been
up on the surface for a couple of weeks, but it's been two hundred years
since the Great War and things are...pretty bad."
There's an aching sympathy in his chest for the way Lucy's lost her shine, and he leans in a little despite himself with a worried frown.
"Would you... want to talk about it? I-I know it might not be my place as your inmate to ask, when by all measures you're supposed to be supporting me, but..."
He reaches over, and can't help the brief moment of hesitation before he puts his hand gently on her wrist. "As a... as a friend, perhaps?"
"...I'm going to know a lot about you from reading your file, and I don't
want you to feel like you're at a disadvantage. So what I know now, about
my home, about me...I'm okay talking about it with you."
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"That's why I grew up in a fallout shelter, yep," she says. "I've only been up on the surface for a couple of weeks, but it's been two hundred years since the Great War and things are...pretty bad."
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"Would you... want to talk about it? I-I know it might not be my place as your inmate to ask, when by all measures you're supposed to be supporting me, but..."
He reaches over, and can't help the brief moment of hesitation before he puts his hand gently on her wrist. "As a... as a friend, perhaps?"
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Lucy looks down at his hand and smiles gently.
"...I'm going to know a lot about you from reading your file, and I don't want you to feel like you're at a disadvantage. So what I know now, about my home, about me...I'm okay talking about it with you."