Kat is quiet for a moment — not upset, and very deliberately so, but just introspective, turning that over in her head. On one hand, it probably ought to be common sense. People have had bad injuries and come back from them before. She knows herself, too, and her defeatist tendencies. With her first injury, the car accident, she was convinced without ever trying to do otherwise that her career was over and everything she'd worked for had been rendered obsolete. She thinks that is, in part, why she reacted to the second one the way she did. She'd just started to feel something resembling hopeful again, and then lost it in the span of seconds. The first, there might have been a chance she could come back from, but a second, there just couldn't be any way. She never even let herself consider it.
She's still hesitant to now, but she likes the idea, the thought behind it. "I miss it," she admits, because certainly, there can't be any harm in that. "Even though it feels like forever ago now..."
With a lopsided little smile, she adds, "And you're not out of line, I promise."
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Date: 2019-12-08 09:43 am (UTC)She's still hesitant to now, but she likes the idea, the thought behind it. "I miss it," she admits, because certainly, there can't be any harm in that. "Even though it feels like forever ago now..."
With a lopsided little smile, she adds, "And you're not out of line, I promise."